I will live a thousand lives and I will love you in all of them. We will forever meet and forever love. We transcend ourselves. Everytime we look at the stars we see our love, infinite and beyond understanding.
Meet me in quiet places and tell me your secrets. I'll write them on the walls of my brain. Whisper to me the things you would never say out loud. I'll keep them in my pockets, I'll reread them a million times.
I want to look at you. I want to memorize every part of your face so that I could never forget. I want to draw it from memory. I want to remember every freckle and hair and blemish. You are beautiful, a painting to hang in my memory and look at when there's nothing else to see.
Let's lay in dark. I want to know your body with my hands. I want to feel your chapped lips and your soft hands. I want to grab your belly and you get embarrassed but I softly kiss your face and you feel ok. I want you to be so engraved in my memory that everyone looks like you. I want it to hurt when you leave.
The liminal space exists in love. The liminal space is your car when it's night. It's the neighbor playground. It's between the songs on the records. It's how the air feels when you go for a walk. It's the silence between the laughs and the next joke. We already live in the liminal space, we always have. Don't miss me, I'm always there.
Sometimes I think about you and cry. So far and so close. I wish this didn't apply to so many people.
You sucked, that's pretty obvious. Sometimes I still find myself missing sitting on your bed and walking home from school together.
You sucked, but sometimes I see a meme and immediately think of you.
You sucked, but I still miss sitting with you on the bleachers of the dances.
You sucked, but you were so important to that era.
You sucked, but maybe it wasn't completely your fault.
You are the smell of the air when you're driving your car through the woods at night in the summer when it's cold. The fiery wood smell. It reminds me of being 10. You oddly remind me of being a little kid, call me Freudian I dare you.
I love the way you write. I can't stress that enough. It absolutely amazes me when you say you want to write like me. Your writing is so beautiful and nice and you write exactly what I want to read. I want to read your grocery lists.
Also stop being so hard on yourself. You are pretty and beautiful and I enjoy everything about you. Also you're a fag. :)
I love when I understand references or recognize peoples names because of you. It makes me feel so smart and cool. YOU are so smart and cool. I can't believe you know so many cool things. I want to know everything you know, but I want you to tell it to me.
You look so beautiful under the street lights. This parking lot looks beautiful tonight.
*insert something cool to end it here*
