Just Love
The first time we met, you hugged me. I liked how you smelled. Your long legs ended in Converse All Stars and your smile lit up your face. We got stoned and ate Jamaican food. The conversation had a natural flow, like we had known each other for years. We went to see some shitty movie and you invited me to your place after but I went home. I didn't know what to think of you but I realized that even then, I couldn't stop thinking about you.