Love…
…was new those two summers you visited your grandparents for a few weeks. Young as we were, our hearts found love for the first time. Holding hands, hugging and kissing was never more pure and innocent. Remembering stirs my soul.

Young American poet and writer Kayla Carson
You
know
you
love
him
when
you can’t
sleep at
night and
get up
early
to talk
to him
the next
morning.