I thought I lost your heart today. I couldn't find it anywhere.

I tore apart my bed, my bathroom, my kitchen, my closet and to no avail.

I thought to myself, how could I have lost something so important? And I recalled how and when you gave it to me and I cried because I was frustrated, because I felt so alone, because I missed you so much.

And I knew...you probably didn't even remember me. That chances are your actual heart belonged to someone else. Maybe you have children now, maybe you live in Kansas. Maybe we'll never talk again.

But, I've enjoyed remembering you. The first person I ever loved.

I found it, under the bed...it must have fallen when it stormed some time ago. But that's okay. I'm wearing it now.

I remember you, the way you were and I'm glad for it.