cmccormick
Sitting and waiting for you. I feel like my whole life has been sitting on a bench, waiting for you to come around. I need you to look at me the way that I want to be looked at. I need you to come around. I will wait for as long as you make me wait until you finally decide to come around and see me for who I could be and for who I should be.
Memories of a mango may lead to my own self realization that I am no longer in my youth. I am no longer a child, but a make believe adult. Mangos smell like the summer in Michigan, spending days at the pool, riding bikes and climbing trees. Finishing off the day with some mango lotion applied to my darkened tan.