You swung from a tree branch in our secret spot in the woods while I caught up on the homework that I had procrastinated on underneath you.
Yes, that's how i'm starting this.
Because this, this is how we spent a lot of our time. We usually just enjoyed each others presence and goofed off.
And, if anything, these are the moments you need to remember, because these ones are endless- priceless.
These are the ones that defined our friendship. Where we were just so used to each other, maybe not "used to" I don't feel like that's the right word.
Where we were so comfortable around each other that we could spend quality time together at opposite sides of the room doing our own thing.
And Bren, honestly, if you can't remember anything else- if that beautiful wife of yours has erased me from your brain, except one thing? Let it be these moments that you remember.
I wouldn't have traded this moments for a night-time walk on the beach when we were dating. I wouldn't trade these moments for a million kisses from you.
Hell, I wouldn't trade these moments for a prono with Pete Wentz.
I wouldn't trade these moments for anything.
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House of Memories // discontinued
Fanfictionpromise me a place, in your house of memories // in which ryan tells stories about his relationship with brendon over the years through letters
