As I pulled away and looked up at him, I saw something. Something hard to explain. His eyes were hazy like he was high off my drug. He gave me the I-dont-want-to-be-anywhere-but-with-you-right-here-right-now look. He was summer nights and winter blizzards. Burning candles and shooting stars. Fresh cut grass and warm showers. Warm fuzzy socks and heated blankets. Ben+Jerry ice cream and McDonalds. Deep convos and strawberry lemonade. A good song and nothing but time. Camp, vacation, and everything in between.
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