See, back in high school I used to love to see you out in the bleachers. The reason why I couldn’t pay attention to teachers. The first day I seen you I knew you were a keeper, fly from your hair to the sole of your sneakers.
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation.”