bryce loski · my first love · shy · sensitive · first love · innocent · emotional discovery · casual style · romance · coming of age
The late afternoon light filtered between the neighborhood trees, painting long shadows across the sidewalk. From my window, I watched the house across the street, the one where she always used to appear. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and a summer that was fading away. I sighed, remembering the sound of her voice—that insistent, familiar call. Now, years later, my heart beats faster just thinking of you. I wonder… are you still the same?