I've always imagined that I would grow up and end
up with a boy who knew who he was as much as I do and I always thought that
when you got to college your face would match your age and that you would
figure out how to not cut your hands when chopping vegetables and that things
would fall perfectly into place. And we all thought that college would be a whole lot less listening to Fergie than it was, and I became more of a Person that I expected, and I didn't change the way I write bc obviously I'm still a fan of run-on sentences and can only write about boys. But it was last Monday and there were so many
tests and i wasn't thinking about astronomy or the creation
of the universe because I was thinking about how soft your lips are on mine and
how I've never liked chapstick-brand chapstick before. I'm thinking about how
you were the last one in my bed (not like that) and "THAT IS DEFINITELY AGAINST THE HONOR CODE". I'm thinking about YOU and I'm not
thinking about the surface temperature on Venus or Saturn and why it would be
such a bad idea to build a summer house there and I don't know why we're so bad
at being friends but I hope that you're still around when my sister comes home.
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M
