Popsicles & Shooting Stars

I'm sitting here, waiting to take my last final for my first semester here at USU. I'm pounding the definition of sarcopenia, Episodic and Sematic memory into my brain while it's churning with thoughts of summer time.

 Remember????


 Do you remember how hot the sun felt on your face while you
 stayed cool eating your 14th popsicle for that day?
Was that just me? Eating 14 popsicles???

 Do you remember the night that was filled with
 cliche boy talk while patiently wishing for a
 shooting star just so you could wish for him?

 Do you remember the days you didn't have
 ONE CARE IN THE WORLD CUZ
YOU DIDN'T HAVE FINALS?????

 Do you remember the smiles that never left until he did?


 Do you remember??


 Please say you remember.


 Popsicles and shootings stars.

Here, There.

I know this boy whose heart is bigger then my whole world. It never stops beating. And yet that same boy ripped my heart out of my chest just to see how long I could live without it. I'm here, living, heartless. He's there, with my heart in his hand and a smile on his face, doing what he does best. While i'm here living but not really living just doing.