| puerto_rico | ||
| ungreat |
Where you left for to party at the most unlikely time. Where I wanted to move to and raise our kids and our land. Where I thought it was tropical and beautiful and wild. Where after you came back it now feels slummy, uneducated, hot, sticky, and meager, like something looked at through a scummy lens that you can never get clean because its been baked on by the sun. I wish you could have come back and reflected my vision. I wish I still feel like it will be an adventure, and we'll have a crazy wild time and have sex in the garden at noon and get the weirdest sunburn lines. That we'd build a beautiful house and fill it with kids and animals. That I'd glow because I would be so happy that everyday was like a postcard. How could I be so naïve. How could I not realize that nothing can be that perfect. How come it breaks my heart because I still want to go and want and expect it to be exactly the way it feels in my bones. It feels like home. |
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