Angsty, Hopeless, Teenage Poetry Week
(As a sidenote, I have no recollection of Rose. Keith and I never went out, and I never gave him a note confessing my undying devotion. Phew. It would have hard to have been as buddy-buddy as we were as co-captains of the swimteam in Grade 12 if I had. Oh, and Jesse, Liam, et al were guys I went to jr. high with. Jerks.)