I loved him before I knew what the word meant.
From skinned knees to first dates and everything in between.
But he was never mine to love.
I settled for friendship, even though I always wanted more.
That was before.
Before he ripped my world apart and didn't bother sticking around to help me pick up the pieces.
I knit every last shred back together all on my own.
And I've all but forgotten his name.
Now, he's back, and e.