He's so tall, and handsome as hell,
He's so bad but he does it so well.
He completely sweeps you off your feet. When you look at him standing there in the dazzling sunlight, you can hardly believe he's real. He's the kind of guy every girl wants to date. Tall. Athletic. Talented. Artistic. Sweet. Funny. Perfect, you tell yourself, in every way. As close to perfect as you've ever found. But how could this moment possibly be real? How could it be, that someone so so gorgeous, so incredibly smart, so fucking sexy could want to be with... you? You take a deep breath, look up into his brown eyes, and begin to feel a tiny ray of hope. And that was the precise moment he began to recede from your vision.
When we've had our very last kiss, my last request is
Say you'll remember me,
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset,
Babe, red lips and rosy cheeks.
Say you'll see me again, even if it's
In your wildest dreams.
Don't forget about me, you want to say. There are a lot of things you want to say. But you can't. Not now. It's already too complicated. And the more you talk about your fragile relationship, your beautiful but tenuous connection, the more it hurts.
Someday, when you leave me,
I bet these memories follow you around.
Just a brief little flash fiction piece based on the lyrics... I dedicate it to @ButterflyBlu, because this is one of her favorite songs :)
If you haven't listened to Taylor's "Widest Dreams," give it a listen. It's really good, and the music video is actually gorgeous.