Love. Does it even exist?

No it does not, I used to think.

He crashed into me; I tried to resist.

I had the faith but was missing a link.

He never stopped pursuing, even after our kiss.

I had tried to be cold, but then he gives me that wink.

We fell apart tragically and it was that boy I missed.

Flash forward and we're together again.

I still get butterflies when I'm around him.

I couldn't imagine what would've happened,

if he hadn't crashed into me on that fateful day.

Orange tee, blue jeans and hate Spinnerbait.

From that very first day, we were always meant to be.

Because of Dexter, in love, I believe.