i was thinking back to how we got started
and realized i never told anyone the story of us.

we met on a saturday at a party i was dragged to
and you were there because you were the host.
it was the standard party with joints and kegs
and i remember seeing you do a toast
while you were standing on the couch with a red cup.
you pointed out a girl in the crowd and said,
"to the ******* absolute mistake of falling in love
with your ******* best ******* friend. ****.
and to the pretty girls who won't rescue me. drink up."
and i realized you were an exquisite human being,
even in my drunken state i knew you were special.

we met on september 2nd, the first day of school,
in homeroom, and you didn't remember or talk to me
while i memorized the colour of your eyes and
the curve your lips and the sturdiness of your jaw
throughout the year.

we met again at the same party a year ago
and, as it's said, the rest was history.