Love Walks and Talks and Plays Skate 3
Before I even knew what Love looked like, he was knocking on the front door on June 27th, wearing a bright red crew neck and American Eagle jeans, cuffed like the 50’s.
Before I even knew how Love acted, he was inspecting his Eric Breakfast Burrito while laughing at the sprouts that laid on top of it.
Before I even knew how Love could feel, his body was against mine radiating off heat, like black interior of a car emitting off from the sun
Before I knew it, Love had already told his extended family about me!
Before I knew it, Love was waiting outside my work with my favorite flowers in hand
Before I knew it, it was September 5th and Love told me he has fallen in love with me
When I began to see Love for the first time, he was playing Skate 3.
Love taught me that even though we both hated having conversations about things that could be wrong, we did
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