Fireworks in my head.

Butterflies in my stomach.

When I think of your smile.

I don’t remember your laugh,

I don’t remember your touch,

But I remember the moments.

The kiss on the cheek.

We were only in preschool, but we knew.

We knew what we didn’t know.

Our love was there.

Sure we were young, and maybe you don’t love me anymore.

But it was there.

We held hands even if we didn’t know what it meant.

We knew, but we didn’t.

We understood, but we were confused.

We were just kids.

And maybe…

We still are.