As I sit here in math class,
Thinking;
I am thinking about you,
About us.
About all of the things we could do together,
As one person.
We could go four-wheeling in the cold,
Then drink hot coco.
We could go wrestle in the hay bales;
Then work in the barn,
To make us look innocent.
We could cuddle in the warmth of your household
On the couch entangled in our love.
We could take the funniest and cutest photos,
Just the two of us,
Together
In each others arms.
If you were here right now,
I would tackle you;
To hug you?
Maybe.
To kiss you?
Definitely.
Maybe even to tickle you;
That would be mean,
But the way your lips are when you laugh,
Makes me very happy.
I love you height.
I love your eyes.
I love your smile.
I love the sound of your laugh.
I love the way you giggle.
I love your hair;
It’s so soft.
I love your kisses.
I love your hugs. I love your funniness.
I love your flaws.
I love you.
Whenever I am around you,
I get butterflies;
When you either hug me,
Or kiss me,
They go away;
Just not completely;
They will always be there,
Just not as bad.
If I had never joined cadets,
I would have never met you;
If the girls did not convince me to join,
I wouldn’t know who you are;
If you were not at Austin’s that night,
We would have never started talking;
If we never started talking,
We would not be dating;
If we did not start dating,
I would not be as happy as I am right now.
