Nostalgia & Necco candy hearts

I grew up romantic.

Second grade,

I was a Juliet

with an unwilling Romeo.

I wrote tortured letters

full of promises

and SWAK.

I cried during love songs

and wrote the first

of my bad love poetry.

Valentine’s Day

was a day

electric with hope

and high expectations.

I’m older now

and wiser

…and nothing’s changed at all.