Friday, December 19, 2014

Small text bc that is how I feel.

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.


XX
M

Ps. Sometimes, I think it would be very easy to love you, too.