San Marcos #1

I saw your face in another’s tonight. His smile was yours, crooked and sincere. Slightly slouched and layered never trendy but very fashionable. I miss the way you made me feel. I miss being in on a secret. Sure it was our secret, but it was you and it was me. I miss being with someone who gets it, someone who gets me, like you did. I will never know why we came together. Two people who would have never connected in any predictable story, but we did connect. You got my jokes and I understood your paranoid schizophrenia. Fair enough, I guess. Your sly smile always hid your mischief and your self-doubt, never fully disclosing which the initial intended secret was.