I Wish I Had Understood

I miss August. Getting high and crying together. I caressed your back and arms impulsively. You had told me to avoid physical contact, but you were crying. Your blue eyes had filled with tears, which shocked me because we had met only a few weeks ago. I miss August. I told someone My Story for the first time in August and it was you. I loved you and I didn't even know it. As I choked on words and tears, you rubbed my back, but always keeping your distance for reasons I didn't understand until now. You probably liked me too. Everyone thought that at the time except for me. I was too blinded by your relationship status to realize your mutual attachment. I miss the heat, and the animal shaped trees, freshman field; the smell of weed. I miss you. I truly miss you.