There was definitely something magical about our first summer together. It proceeded into an Indian summer, but by the winter our relationship froze. We withered with the cold. Luckily, in the spring we tackled each one of our issues and conquered them successfully. Our love bloomed. You make me a better person by making me want to be a better person. You inspire goodness and greatness and despite how much I hate this stupid town, I am grateful I moved back and met you.
