Love gives me a bellyache.

When I was sixteen, things made sense, my love was real, the world was bright.

Today, things get worse then better then turn for the unknown. Between sidewalks

And tree house sleepovers, nothing compares to our love. So raw, so beautiful, just

The thought of you could bring me to my knees. Tears roll down my face, just to

Think about you on this Spring Monday. Do you remember my favorite color? Or

My birthday? I think I still have some notes you wrote me and I’m sure they’ll be 

Better in the trash. To dream of things that once existed, gives me a bellyache.