Today I saw a poll that said Florida is the worst ranked state to visit.
I laughed and then got filled with immense sadness.
You always hated it here and you loved to make fun of me for loving this state so much.
I took a screenshot and thought for hours about sending it to you.
I knew it would make you smile.
But, I didn't.
I guess some things are better left unsaid, truly.
I hope whenever you come here, you think of the little slice of heaven we once had in Florida.
I hope you think about holding hands in the hotel parking lot.
I hope you think about the five minutes we spent in the woods, before the bugs ate us.
I hope you think about how I ordered pizza and we sat in our underwear watching baseball.
I hope you think of my head on your chest and you asking me if I was falling asleep.
I hope you think of our goodbye and how you kissed me.