i get along without you very well
I met a girl when it was partially cloudy. She was beautiful. We did everything you’d only dream of. I stayed up at night to wait for a new day with her. When we were together we were alone, together. and though clouds painted the world grey, it only emphasised her vibrancy. We loved with vendetta against unhappiness and remorse. I guess eventually that wasn’t enough, because happiness left her eyes as clouds would leave the sky and soon I left her. I met a girl when it was sunny. She was bright, and fun, and full of opinions. It wasn’t love, but it was a close second. We spent the better part of my first summer together, I’d visit her every day. She never talked as much as she’d have liked to, we said more in bed than we did out. A minute with her was never a minute wasted, so those minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days and days turned to weeks until I had to leave. and I guess I was gone for too long because when I returned she’d already found her sky. That summe