8 un verano y un chico August was you. You, passenger side in my dad's Camaro listening to cars drive over us on the freeway at night. You, taking apart small puffy dandelions sprouting from the weeds in the empty field behind the high school.

8 Lists Why I love you: People tell me that whenever you miss me, you turn on all the lights in the room and sit on the floor. Why I hate you: You look at me sometimes like I am ten years younger than you. One Shot