Polka Dots

It started and ended with polka dots. Black on white and white on black. Colors that were indisputable, even between us.

I find myself at a loss for words. Instead I've got a slideshow in my head of everything we've ever done. It was brief and wild and saturated with new experiences and kisses and knowing smiles. 

Sometimes we were so foreign to each other that I often wondered if it wasn't just our eyes that saw different colors.

My thoughts are disjointed. This is all I can bring myself to say.