once upon a time

I gave away my heart more than once before I learned you should wait until you're going to get one in return. and now I have.

I could have claimed to Know Some Things about myself at the age of fifteen when I met the teacher with the hair. Fast-forward through the boring parts to the end of junior year when I drunkenly made out with a friend of a friend. eye-opening. I was right.

and then...more. less to fast-forward through this time, to D-Day on the quad and your car and fifteen minutes ago in the sun.