Pink and Pale Green

Cotton candy in pink and pale green smelling like roses or pineapples that could be seen wafting through the wind. I have a vivid memory of the little clowns swinging from the strings and twisting around and turning into more clowns, and then back to the first clowns until they were a whole unbroken string of clowns. The whole time I thought this one was different, but it wasn't. It was just more clowns. What a strange memory that is. Another memory that comes to mind is of going to my uncle's house and the carpet in the living room. You were supposed to eat all of your food, play with the ball my uncle would get you and hang out with him. I didn't see him for months. But when I did, he wasn't mad. We were going to have a party together. He wasn't mad anymore. He was happy that he was going to have a good time with me. We went to different middle schools. You moved into the forest and we lost touch. We reconnected at 18 and you came to visit me. I took you to the park near my house and we played catch. You were sitting on my couch and we started talking. It was incredible. You were like a ray of light in my life, and you opened my eyes to a whole new world. I was not alone, and I could tell you everything and not feel bad about it. I haven’t been the same since we met. I love you.