Summers of Like

Ryan Nelson, Staff Editor

I’ll shout my love confessions to you across crowded corridors and empty bridges and hope it echos back. 

I’m rereading twitter threads and reverse image searching to find a way back to you, desperation in the most modern age, 

Crushing kitkat wrappers beneath my feet as I run down the well worn path of yearn- 

I know it like the back of my hand. 

You were always so far out of my league that i could never imagine not loving you. 

Turns out I felt admiration and ran with it. 

Love and hate are just two sides of a godly coin painted gilden with obsession. 

Flip it for me, will you?