It Was Her.

Before it was ever him or you, it was her.

That's where it all started.

I can tell you the exact moment, right down to the second.

It was sitting down at that lunch table.

Seeing her with that orange hair pulled back into a curly ponytail.

My world came to a complete stop.

It does that when I meet someone who will define my life forever.

That little hi and wave.

In those eyes I lose myself and knew I was in trouble.

She asked me why I cared so much.

Because I really like her, I was almost begging.

It was her.

We fell in love in those hallways.

Shared moments and kisses outside our local library.

Secret moments in friend's houses.

Sneaking out of your mom's house.

Even as I fell for the first boy ever, I still thought of you.

On and off until I was 17.

I still have shame from my fuck ups.

Choosing a dumb boy over you was the stupidest thing I've ever done.

I'll never understand the forgiveness.

I know, it's been a long time and I counted the years.

Now there are matching tattoos on our legs.

I complain to you about other dudes.

You tell me about your problems.

I can cry to you and you can cry on my shoulder.

What I wouldn't give to rest my head on your shoulder like I often found myself back then.

It's like we are best friends.

I'd be lying if after seeing you again after so long that these thoughts didn't go through my mind.

Don't think I didn't feel your arms tighten around me when you hugged me before I left.

Fuck, I'm in trouble again.

You were the reason I know how to love in the first place.

Before it was anyone else, even him, it was you.