When I was 12 I loved a girl named Rachel.
Our very first kiss was my first kiss.
It was soft and wet, and I wish I could kiss her now.
It would be so much better now.

Five years ago I loved a girl named Nicole.
We would laugh and talk and fight and stay up all night, but mostly fight.
I wish I could love her now.
It would be so much better now.

I loved a girl named Jessie and it was safe and warm, red and orange, but we got bored.
I wish I could travel back in time and make things better now.