The first day the memories moved through the conversation. They stirred the night and looked for their place between the drinks and the dances. The sparks were to afraid to move, to not alter the path of the stars. They protected the night and let happiness slip in, which got stuck to the glances between the two teenagers and later slept with the sunrise.
The second day dressed itself in blue, to not forget the nostalgia that distance once created. Between words hugs appeared and familiarity replaced fear.
On the third day the sun let them be themselves again. Well-known smiles jumped between the trees and memories got our of their hiding place and were the guests of honor in the park. Hours passed by slowly, letting an innocent love go back to the past.