Our legs were going so fast and my stomach was pulsating up and down because i could not stop laughing! i was running down the stairs and i could feel my stupid worthless dress pants rubbing against my buckling, shaking knee caps because i was laughing so hard. and i could hear your laugh echoing!
and i couldn't get enough.
it felt so real, and it felt like what you described in your letter that i read everyday to make me happy. my week was so miserable and so was yours. but we made it realistic and it felt SOSOSOSOSO incredible! and i hope you felt the same way. because it felt really good to feel it and see it and run and laugh and it wasn't just a spur of the moment because i never felt a dream that incredible before. and i can't fucking explain how much i love you, and how no matter how hard i try to respect you leaving me, i always miss you. and i LOVE being imperfect and obnoxious and pointing and laughing at people and talking in the corners of our mouths like that cute little kindergartner, tailin and her turtle penelope and greenfield! and i can't stop smiling and crying and for once i don't care if i look stupid. i think i don't care if i look bad in public anymore, and i'm glad that we're together again.
today really opened my eyes to what we needed, and what we've been missing out on forever. and how we wake up in CVS and steal milk brownies and peanit dinnerz and talk about the beverage man and all this simple shit that's ours and no one elses! but i'm SO glad it fucking exists and i'm SO glad we both exist together!
and i LOVE the feeling of existing at the same point in time on that street, on that bus that stops and goes every 5 seconds and making fun of the deaf lady and seeing all the classics and laughing at the pee water guy that stares at everyone!
I HOPE WE EXIST FOREVER, AND I HOPE THIS NEVER ENDS.
i blame today for all of this exploding happiness that i needed and you needed for a really long time.
AND
I
LIKE IT.
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whose this about?
i understand this.
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