You know I used to write poetry about how the sun glowed a pon your hair, about strangers you fall in love with, about the prettiest boy in class, about how unfortunately irregardless of our actions the time will pass. I had a little crush on you. You definitely knew but I pretended that you didn't so I could keep my hopes up about you. About us someday hiking up a trail, waking up in the same bed, You picking up our mail, You picking up the kids, Us painting our home’s walls. I used to have a crush on you but the kind that in love falls , the kind that always calls with good and bad news, the kind you can't forget even if somebody else you try and choose. I had a crush on you, If had was present tense because honestly i know that i haven't liked anybody else since, since we were last together and you stood next to me and told me i looked pretty, the type of warmth even you couldn't understand, my diary consists of poetry that immortalizes You in every line.