Stupid Crazy Feeling

Things have changed quite a bit from when I last wrote in. Same blacks and whites, same pieces on the board, but we're in different places. 

The first time I held your hand, it was my birthday. You took me out that day, we had cheap takeout and played with sparklers in the park, the park was a-wash with the smell of afterrain and we stargazed like the universe was in the palm of our hands. I'd been wary of going too fast, and even as your fingers were grazing mine, that thought still clouded my mind. 

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All I know now is that every time I meet you, I fall in love with you again and again.