Holy fucking shit.
It’s never going to go away, is it?
This is legitimately my favorite song right now/has been for the last six months.
My mom has this fear that because her and my dad aren’t together anymore it’s going to affect the way I view relationships for the rest of my life and I’ll be averse to the whole marriage thing forever and it will all be her fault.
Well, it will, I might be, and it’s not, but here’s the thing: I don’t even have a favorite food or a favorite sweater or a favorite brand of toothpaste. So how could anyone ever expect me to have a favorite person?
P.S. I may have lied. It may be Crest.
P.P.S. I did lie. It is Crest.
Sometimes our eyes meet & I can’t help but picture it, if only for a moment.
You & me & chocolate milk picnics by the water. Cartwheels & sunshine & and the sweet smelling sweat & only sand between our skin.
Cross country train rides with my head on your shoulder & my fingers in your hair; you’ve got my heart in one hand & the other at the window making condensation masterpieces.
Games of hide & seek under down comforters & on the kitchen floor.
Rain waltzes & puddle leaps. Tequila burns & campfire sparks. After dark swims lit by hair curling laughter & dinosaur tears.
Our fingers tied together all through sunny side up mornings & lazy afternoons, your pretty painted sunsets & shooting starry eyed midnights.
For a moment it’s all there and it’s exactly what I want. Every heart-swelling detail. And it’s so bloody brilliant that for a moment I am sure you want it too. But then the moment’s gone.
Until the next sometime.