You found me before I knew what love meant. You found me when the scars that have since disappeared were still fresh against my skin. You found me when I was broken and in my brokenness, I must have appealed to you somehow. Me, with my hair the longest it's ever been and my ocean eyes, the ones filled with so much sadness. You, with your soft hair and your perfect brown eyes and your smile that felt like it was meant for me. Out of all the girls who were at your feet, you picked me. Little nobody bookworm me. Brokenhearted, scarred up, falling apart me. For some reason, you picked me. I don't even know if I was the most surprised, out of everyone that we both know when you sat down at my lunch table and shared your Oreos and laughed so much I almost cried. I think that was the first time I'd laughed in a long time. You made me feel as if I was something special. And you, sweet-talking your way into my heart, tore it up into the smallest pieces it had ever been in, with help from my old best friend. You...You....You...
I don't know how to live without thinking about you. I don't know if I want to.
