< ...My Forever >

I don't know. It's just something about you. The way you kiss my forehead, or touch my skin. They way you so desperately want to hold me. The way you call jut to tell me to look at the stars. They way we fight over not ever fighting. The way we feed eachother- or feed off eachother. The way you'll catch me if I fall. The way you wait for my call. The way you look in your baseball pants and the way you cok your head to let me know you see me cheering.

The way you hurt but you won't cry. The way you suffer for others to be happy. The way you see yourself... but not the way I see you. The way you let people get you down. The way you get yourself down. The way you stand behind the crowd.

The way you wear your taped up sandles. The way we talk about Montana and our kids (Plankton... Chubabca...) and the tub of frozen water and you stealing all of my clothes and... well the future. The way we are scared about college. The way I'll follow you. The way you'll follow me. (How we both have to get outta this place... yet come back every weekend). The way your dad laughs at us. The SECOND BASE JOKES. The way we dance on the basketball court after dark. The way your "gay" hair looks after a nice loooong cuddle session. The way we "order" kisses. The way you say you catch pockets of the way I smell in the air. The way I just wanna lay like that forever and knowing that you do too.

xoxo

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