Summer Time

Limes and Tequila. Usually they would remind you of summer time and a beach, with the hot sun beating down on you.

But for me, Limes and tequila will always represent the middle of December, and the kind of boy who's really bad for you...but he's completely irresistable.

When I was younger there was one of those boys. It was that point in life when I didn't really care which way was up, as long as I landed on my feet. And he was all wrong. An eternal bad boy to the core, he drove an old camero, dark blue, and didn't really talk but sat in on our conversations with a thoughtful look, as if what we said could never matter.

Being me, I was far too...just too for him. I was too happy, too flighty, too into living to ever be the detatched kind of girl that would ever need him. And that's what he wanted. Someone who needed him.

But some nights, as we all sat around my apartment laughing, there were limes. And he would peel the limes and pull a section off and look at me with those dark eyes. And I would climb into his lap, we would each take a swig of the tequila, and he would put the lime in between his lips..sticking out just enough that I had to fight for my half a little.

I find it strange..I've forgotten the little things that all of the good ones did. The things that I probably should remember. I've stopped drinking tequila, and i haven't actually eaten a lime since that winter. But just the scent...or the taste of lime juice...and I have to smirk a little. Of all the things to remember, I remember the wrong boy, a swig of tequila, and the bitter taste of limes.