I met you in a gift shop.
But kinda of met you on myspace.
You were the girl with the red glasses.
I don’t think you ever saw me when you walked pass my friend porch.
We went to a bar with a tree in it.
Then you took me home.
After two weeks I invited you to my moms wedding.
You fell down in a intersection and got hurt really badly.
I told you I love you in a cafe.
You said, really? I love you too.
Three years later we had a Charlie.
She makes us almost cry when she does something new.
June 2nd 2012 I will marry you.
You need to stop teasing me that you won’t take my name.
Today you felt bad you didn’t get a card.
It’s okay because I didn’t either.
I love you Brooke.