i could talk about you forever, but i won’t.

there are so many reasons that you were unbelievably important to my life and the person i’ve become, but i feel like anything i say will sound trite and honestly, expected.

but what you should know is that you were epic. when people refer to their “great loves,” you will ALWAYS be mine. i’ve never even had to think twice about it.

something about sweaty summer nights and smoking weed in your dads ford bronco. and everything we should have said, but we never did.

and the fact that neither one of us ever had to say we loved each other to just know.

i should have known when on our first date we watched fireworks.

lying on that blanket, holding hands and sharing a joint. i hope i’m your “great love” too. the one you tell your grandkids about.

“the girl that got away”

run.