God, we’re stupid. Stupid and reckless and mad. But I think we may be all those things in the name of love, the kind you only get to experience once. Maybe it’s not smart love. Not sensical. A teenage dream. But fuck, it’s real. It’s real and raw and all-consuming, and damn if that’s not a good enough reason to ink her name right over my heart, because no matter how old I grow or how my life pans out, this summer girl has changed me.
