I don't know the first thing about him. I don't know if we have met in a café, or maybe at the bus stop. I don't remember even the slightest bit of us— my life with him, the real him, but the relentless twisting of thoughts in my head, the unstoppable thumping of my heart, and the billion infinities I imagine with him all speak the same words I couldn't believe, but I could never deny. And it speaks with complete assurance.

I once loved this boy.