We met at church. Which is kind of weird to find love at especially gay love. It all started with a church sleepover. You were talking about this person that you dated and I asked if they were a girl or boy and you hesitated not knowing if I was homophobic or not. You told me it was a girl and I told you I liked girls. Later that night we went bowling and you kept harassing me. When we finally went back to the house we set together. Then we slept together. The we kissed each other. The next day we held hands then we went home and you called me. Then we hung out together. We kissed and cuddled and I now I know you will always be in my heart and so will the hoodie I stole.

- I know it’s supposed to be a poem but like I don’t want it to be… anyway just a quick love story. idk really but I lost inspiration in the middle so I gave up and it ended up shitty.