this imploding heart

the moon and stars were the gifts you gave

Like anyone I've ever loved, I can remember exactly the first time I saw him.

Lots of people seem to be able to recall the first time they met lots and lots of people, but I can barely remember meeting the same person lots and lots of times.

He sat down at the table next to mine on the second day of class. Both of our second days in college, ever. He sat down and I saw his outer-left and inner-right tattoos and when we looked at the blackboard I could see the way his smile made his face all crescent moons in every direction and I thought to myself "Ooh, that boy is cute."