e.k.

ours was the kind of love you write in Sharpie on concrete walls.

it was standing in the rain, huddled under your sweatshirt while we listened to songs that made us want to hold hands.

our love was records playing on Saturday morning and eating dinner on the couch.

it was coming home to flowers and love notes tucked neatly on the bed.

to love you was to love my best friend,

to love you was something I thought would last a lifetime.

you were the most fun I’ve ever had.