When I was little, I bought a bottle of whole bay leaves. I scratched his name into the back of one. I left it under my pillow. The spell suggested that he was supposed to fall in love with me. It worked, but not for long.

When I was older, I bought a bottle of whole bay leaves. I scratched your name into the back of one. I left it under my pillow. You fell in love with me. It worked, but not for long.

I wish someone would’ve told me that as the leaf decays so does the love.