Cool Water
After brushing my teeth, I stooped to drink the cool water streaming from the faucet, drifting back to that unforgettable summer. It was the summer when life began. The summer before my 18th birthday. I had my own car, along with a brand new soul. It was not the memory of a new privlage that rushed back to me, but that of him leaning over me with a laughing grin painted across his face as he watched me drink from the faucet. It was that memory that rushed back to me. Our relationship has been everything it should have been. Almost as if our time together was written for a novel. We came together through my brother and a few of our friends, as do most typical relationships.