I still remember that day. Constantly replaying in the back of my mind.
Surfacing when working on homework, or brushing my hair, or falling asleep at night.
The vibrant flowers surrounding the sidewalk, the warmth on the bottom of my feet from the pavement, while jumping over the cracks in the sidewalk. The strands of hair that escaped my ponytail, sticking to the sun's tears on my forehead. When I close my eyes and let it flood my memory, I can see everything from my young eyes, and I feel just as I did in my eight year old feelings. When I open my eyes back up to the day, I can still hear you laughing. A smile spreads across my face for my eight year old self.
If only you could see me now.