I used to tell you my greatest sadness was that I had not always been with you. You would say this is Our Time. You were that cute little motocross boy I had such a crush on at 13. You were that rough punk rock boy I was scared to talk to at 15. You were that hot boyfriend I had at 17 except you had it turned on 24/7. You felt dangerous and safe at the same time. You took me on a ride at 137 MPH. We should have died that night. I wish you could make me a hamburger.