Sometimes you see a person for the first time and feel strangely connected to them. You learn and grow together. Have many first's together, first love, first kisses, first break-up, first fights. I found someone like that, his name is Stephen. We grew on each other and became fast friends, we stuck by each other no matter what. Granted we had our fights but we always made up soon after saying we were sorry and we couldn't live without each other around for help. We've been through a lot.

Then one night we were talking with my friend Jess, and he just left, walked right out in the middle of our conversation. I was hurt, and betrayed. This poem is the results of that. Of course we made up the very next morning.

I wrote this in school, in the morning, but I was thinking about sunsets at the time and how much a sunset is like receiving love from the one you love. I thought about how, if you are watching that sunset alone, it can hurt and how many memories it brings back. As I sat with my open notebook in front of me thinking of sunsets, words just flowed into my mind and as they did I wrote them down.