I was always the kid in the back, the nobody. the dark eyes with too much eyeliner and the fishnet leggings, the blood on the dance floor shirts. I was always the outcast.
but ry ry wilson, or as I like to call him, rye bread, was the hockey player, number 1 on the rink and number 1 in my heart. since kindergarten, he's had the most specialest place in my heart - all of it. The day we met, his blond hair swept above his blue eyes and that was it. I remember our first conversation. "hey ry ry" I spoke nervously, my voice shaking, my vagina shaking as well. I didn't know what that meant but it was like niagra falls. "call me..." he paused, his eyes doing the smirky face like that emoji. "rye bread" he winked and grabbed my hand. I fell in love that moment. now he doesn't know I exist until today. we met at stop and shop.
