I wasn’t looking for love when I met you. I was tall, lanky, a loud girl you could say. You were quiet, unassuming, curls untamable. Years passed without much there between us. I fell in love with you beneath the stars- in a crowded tent, fighting off sleep, near the great big fire and its loving heat, running through rain, roaming around, laughing. I fell in love with you when I was young, too young to know the world, to see its demons and feel its pain, back when my heart was open, fresh, and trusting. And I’ve stayed in love with you, through your darkest days and my twisted path, my heart is bruised now, stitched together, tattooed with your name, but loving you all the same.