First, what I thought was the only Young. Eager. Stars in my eyes that shown just for you Planets aligned along with bittersweet poetry Bringing our moist, teenage palms together Late in March of our senior year Back seats of both cars steamed up Pleasured cries that thought then "this is it" Our laughter on late nights still stands out in stark relief against our subpar coupling Although you had it in you It was me that needed it in me