I’m going to love you like I don’t know that I am not meant for you. I will sit on rooftops with you and I will write poetry on the backs of your hands. I don’t know if you’ll feel anything for it but I hope you do. You will walk home that night and your hands will shake and when you stretch them out before you there will still be ink on your skin. You’ll think of me. You’re going to call me in the morning and you’ll take me to the ocean. I will tell you I love you for the first time that night and it will change everything. I will kiss you and your knees will bump against mine. You’ll laugh it off and I’ll sit on the sand and trace your name with my shaking fingertips. The waves will be the ones to wash it away. We won’t be together for too long after that. You’ll show up at my doorstep one day and then, never again. That’s how it ends. We don’t talk about it, we don’t think about it for three months. The fourth month, you’ll write me a letter, mail it to my house. It’ll take three days. I will read it and I’ll know it then, you are not for me and I am not for you.