06.25.20
Memories.
It was all I could ever think of.
The noise when I entered our classroom and the strum of your guitar as you were serenading another girl. It was then that I knew that the little prick inside my chest had something to do with you.
I had to acknowledge that your existence meant more than just what it should, and thinking about it now has made me realize that I had started loving you then.
—georginariver
