I remember sitting on my floral spreadsheets, my cheeks filled with color.

You were sitting next to me and our favorite song was on.

Your smile filled the empty space around us with joy.

We started to talk about us and our future and everything seemed perfect.

To me, we were the color in a world of black and white

I loved you more than anything else

I loved you more than sunsets painted across the clear sky

I loved you more than the stars scattered around us during that May night

I loved you more than I loved myself

I truly thought that we would last longer than we did.

It’s unfortunate that things ended the way they did

Two teens who were so deeply in love that they couldn’t bear it.

As I sit here in my bed, thinking about that night on my sheets,

I continue to flood my thoughts with joy and sadness,

continuing around in a never-ending cycle.

Our song comes on and the tears start to show.

I look at the only thing I have left of us,

The single polaroid on my bulletin board. 

I hold it in my hand, rubbing my fingers back and forth on the photos that once made me happy.

These photos bring me right back to that night, 

right back to us, 

right back to you.