"We were 17"
We were 17. Not knowing all of life's rules, yet too good-looking for our own good.
Unable to grasp that youth is a fleeting whore who would one day abandon us.
But that summer, we didn't care about our naivete or tomorrow.
We winged life, making it up as we went along.
The best part was we shared happy moments, secrets, and other things we dared to imagine, like hopes and dreams that were so far out of reach but possible because that summer we believed in possibilities