This is for all the pretty girls I never forgot.
The ones I star in the dreams I concoct.
This is for all my firsts who brought me to constellations
The ones who crumbled my very foundations.
For all those times I cried and pined,
Unable to have what I had found divine.
I write this for my future conquests and endeavors,
The time we will have together, that I will inevitably sever.
