*pic via wishwishwish.
in the middle of my judy blume reading that taught me about periods and masturbation, i wish i knew about this swedish book that "poetically bottles the universal delirium and unsustainable pace of first love."
my first love was named Josh Talbot.
he was a bad boy a few grades higher than me who made me feel special because he chose me.
he wrote me letters, called me late at night...
called me his girlfriend.
i was only 11, going on 20.
when my family moved away i thought the world had ended.
and even though it was young love...
and i have loved as an adult
and this memory feels silly;
i can't forget his kiss.
yes i wish this book existed for me then.