After the first call, we were inseparable. Constantly texting and talking throughout the day.
Do you remember the first time you heard my mom talk? She talked about my grades and me disappointing her, something I did often.
You yelled in my headphones until your face was red, but it made no difference.
You were the most gorgeous thing I'd seen. Eyes full of angry tears, cheeks flushed, but most of all the pure love radiating off your face when I told you I was okay. To leave it alone.
I wish I could print out the memory of your smile to keep.
