and though i can't recall your face, i still got love for you, your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to saturn

when you were seven, you would go away for the summer to pennsylvania. you used to wear your hair in these cute little braids your mother would make you. you stayed at a family friends house, who was neighbors with a little blonde boy your age, walker.

you became best friends over the summer, although that might’ve been an understatement. you spent everyday at his house or yours. you swung on his swingset, high in the sky with pennsylvania under your feet.

the summer dragged on almost too quickly. by the end, you had to leave, but you didnt return the next summer. walker always wondered what happened to you, but he moved on, occasionally thinking back to you from time to time. he could barely remember what you looked like but he still had that same love for you.

but this summer, he had just gotten back from filming percy jackson, the series. he got back the last week of the summer only to see a familiar face hanging around his neighbors house. he instantly recognized that it was you, a much older version of you.