The first boy I ever loved used to set my skin on fire but now all that fuels me when I look at him is hatred, he's not the boy I fell in love with, at least--not anymore, I thought I saw him the other day...with her...but it wasn't him for split second though my heart kind of stopped, it felt like I couldn't catch my breath my hands started to shake and my nerves welled up. I think everytime I see him whether it's now or in 20 plus years I think I'll always fall back in love with the boy I think I see. That kind of makes me happy, that also kind of makes me sad. Please don't fall in love with the boy that makes your skin feel on fire, he'll only burn you in the end.

*(v.m)