...was when we ran in the city that night, reckless and unafraid.

It was when we lit packs of cigarettes and drowned in bottles of beers.

It was when the late nights of sneaking, driving, and skinny dipping.

It was when the only time we didn't feel lost was when every time we were together.

It was when we thought that we had our fates and lives in our hands so we held each other tight.

It was reckless, it was trouble, it was young. But it was love.

And it is being remembered.