cottagecore

Lavender lemonade and happy accidents. I never knew quite how I ended up here, only that I did, and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

There was magic on those bicycle rides to the farmers market,

Seeds to trees to fruit to pie, always with a drizzle of honey on top.

There was poetry in your eyes,

And I never thought to read it until I looked at you, talking to the lady behind the register in rapid French. Two euros less, you said. You know I’ll get you back.

It was beautiful, the verses woven into your hair and

The twinkle in your eye.

It was lyrical, a love story for the ages.

When we’re gone, and this town turns into the forest you always predicted it would, I know that I’ll never forget it, that we’ll be immortal.

Words never die.