Reckless Hearts

by Jessa Wilder

I came here to soak them in. To memorize every look, every laugh, every brush of their shoulders. I came to collect pieces of them I could take with me. To live off the memories when I go back to my real life. I told myself I’d be fine. That I had to be. Because I know I’ll never feel this way about anyone else. I don’t remember the exact moment the crush turned into love. Maybe it always was love, and I was just too young to understand.