High School High was Where You Lied

In creative writing class, people tend to draw upon past relationships as topics. They read out their love poems; beginning to end. Longing for the past, as if it were all perfect. Each reader insists it's because of unspoken words. Believable.

Not all of us dump our boyfriends after they make out with some girl at Queens Center Mall, multiple times.

Just some of us.

Forgot I had this painting until today. He tried to salvage the relationship with it, didn't work.
And so our lives carried on.
He went to Cali, to work on his art.
I went to Chicago, to work on my films.

I'm going to frame this to remind myself to never stare into the sun, but to bask in its rays when it comes up.