W is for water.

We spent every day that summer in the water, pulling skis behind your boat in the afternoon sun. I spent every night in the circle of your arms, laughing with friends over six-packs of Icehouse and bottles of Boone's. Our days were numbered by the calendar, and although the memories are faded by time I know wholeheartedly that we made the most of what we had. You were not my first love, but you loved me anyway. You loved me, but you wouldn't fight for me. And this is why you were not my first love.