your hands had flecks of butter and popcorn on them, my face had cheap foundation and day old mascara on it. you were wearing designer bluejeans, i was wearing a yellow bathing suit and a thriftstore dress. you listed all the happy things going on in your life while i smiled with my eyes shut. your scratched up cell phone was buzzing, while my legs ached from horseback riding. the sky was pitch-black and full of smoke from firecrackers. there were 13 year olds having sex in the bath house down the hill and stoners with dirty hair on the tireswing by the next-door cabin. your face was scruffy and my hair was still wet from swimming in the pond a couple hours earlier. and then you grabbed your flashlight and left, because we were both young and in love and too tired and weak to say anything about it.