Writing for Keeps

I look at this photo and I see so much beauty in this. They were so young. We were so young. I know exactly where this was taken, our home. Tai’s home. Here in this photo, my two brothers. With round glasses and teeth alike. Yet, contrasting personalities. We were happy. We were carefree. We loved each other. We were together.

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Looking for Alaska