"you choose, i can't make decisions."

Well, you could say there's not a lot to do here. 

You'd be right as well,

but that day was a good one. I met you and you bought sweets, that looked illegal and tasted like petrol. I ate them anyway. 

And I remember the sun shining through the trees like that and the rainbow on the road shine, shimmering, shimmering, and fading fast when you left. 

That day was a good one, and it never ended. A night full of ice cream and silly movies about silly girls.

That night was a good one.