she skips out of her house-
skirt flowing around her in the breeze
and dark, partially braided hair flying behind her.

in the subarban neighborhood where she lives,
the grandmothers stop watering their flowers,
the mothers pay a little less attention to their kids,
and her father, well, he watches intently.

she tries to contain her pure happiness as she
walks down the street; she tries not to dance around.
she twirls around a few times anyways. she can't help it.

the grandmothers smile softly. they remember a time
where love was this innocent and pure.

he meets her halfway. smiling in that way of his
that she'll never tire of seeing. they hug, holding eachother
close and just breathing one another in.

she has to be on her tiptoes to kiss him, but she does.
as the mothers look down at their kids, wondering how much
time they have before they're like that. the grandmothers
smile to themselves once more, remembering,
before tending to their flowers once more. her father? he wonders
why she can't just call him on the phone and say goodnight.

but daddy, it's just not the same, she'll tell him as she
remembers the feel of his lips against hers and his arms,
so tight around her waist. it's just not the same.

AN: my dad saw me kiss logan goodnight. (: