You know that feeling
After all your parents
Friends go home
And you can finally gorge yourself
On the leftover sweets
.
Or like waiting in a line
On a hot summer day
A handful of sweaty coins
Held in your 8-year old palm
Waiting to get a popsicle from the ice cream truck
.
Or sitting at the edge
Of your kitchen counter
As your mom puts the cookies
In the oven
And hands you the leftover cookie dough
.
Don’t forget about the things
That are sweet to your mind
And not just your tongue
.
Like the first time you heard that song
That made you want to dance
And keep dancing until
The party ended
But the song was still playing in your head
.
Or the smell of the orange
As you took a bite
Even though its half peeled
And the juice
Streams sticky down your face
.
Or the feel of a hand
Uncomfortably warm
But only because
It’s wrapped in yours
And you hold on tighter
.
The feeling is absurdly sweet
And never loses its bite
A timeless quality
That lives on in memories
A sweet tooth
*snaps
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*snaps back
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Ahhh such good imagery. Could feel the sweaty coins in my palm. Thanks for the nostalgia.
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Thankyou!
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OOOOOOooooo that was cool!!!
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Thankyou!
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this is very very very good. i cannot stop reading it. wowza
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especially the hand-holding part…so good!!
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Thank you! I am glad you like it! (do you know who I am?)
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Yes! But only because you commented on my write club piece lol
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lol, well then, I will consider myself still well hidden.
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