she sat there, cigarette in her hand and green day playing softly in the background. the familiar tune of sassafras roots filled her soul as she thought about the first time she saw him. the messy hair and the smell of marlboro reds and that laugh. she knew she'd never ever forget that laugh. how his eyes crinkled every time he laughed or how passionately he spoke about his favourite band. she'd be surprised if he'd ever even notice her, or how her face lit up every time he walked towards her. Oh boy, he didn't know how lucky she felt when he told her he liked her, or when he kissed her. she knew she'd never feel anything so real. she knew, since that first kiss, that she'd found her person and that she didn't want to go on with life is he wasn't around.