He was the most beautiful man...

And it was that moment, when we stood hand in hand, watching the lightning crash across the sky, and he told me he liked the way that my hair smelled like coconut when it rained, that I was the most free.

"There will be another time for us. This isn't the only chance we'll get. You'll see."

Whenever he said that, I believed him.

And I still do.

Sometimes.

But now it's more complicated.

Because we both have dreams.
Huge dreams.

And, somehow, they don't seem to allow the other one in.


But, no matter where I end up, or who I end up with, 

I will always miss kissing that soft spot on his face where no one except me ever kissed him.