I was once in love.

I was in love with the boy who smiled like sunshine and laughed like a summer twilight.

I was in love with words that he wrote that I found on a white desk back in 2009.

I was in love with a 9 pm phone call I received one day in July of 2010.

I was in love with a text that explained the importance of the existence of Steven Gerrard.

I was in love with the glances he stole from between the strangers in a crowd I tried to avoid.

I was in love with the future he dreamt about.

I was in love with the madness in his eyes.


I was in love with how he was in love.



I think I'm not in love anymore.

I have nothing to fall for.