DEC 18, 2018

I kissed the boy with white hair

for the first time when I was 18

in his room.

We fell in love. Effortlessly.

We were in my bed when he told me

he loved me.

We were in my bed when he told me

I didn't have to say it back.

He knew me

before I knew he did.

He understood me. Softly

and easily.

He dyed his hair

brown.

I cut my hair

short.

We changed.

Knowingly.

I kissed the boy with brown hair

for the last time when I was 20

in his room.

I still love him.

I always will.

He doesn’t have to say it back.