Hello there writers! I was invited by 
California. The sun. The tanlines. The memories.
Could you still remember how we used to basked our naked souls under the sun? How we used to share our infinitesimal moments of eccentric happiness diving into each other’s youthful hearts? How we savored each other’s touch, drinking in each other’s skin, and getting high with each other’s madness? How we got intoxicated by each other’s mere presence?
Could you still remember how you told me that I was your Californian sun? How you traced each tan line with your lips, how you showed me the dents behind your skin, how you etched your soul into the cracks of my skin, and how you poured your lunacy into my sanity driving me to an elation like no other?
Could you still remember how you told me that I was your favorite Californian memory? How you whispered those words in between our stripped drowsiness, and high spirits? How we used to be wiped out by the big waves? How we used to jump around the harbor, filling the warm air with so much affection and laughter? How you used to embrace me and tell me that we are never getting old?
Could you still remember California? Because I could. And I wish we could take us back.
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