We are at Comic-con in Dever. We are staying one wall apart from each other but not able to lay together. It's killing me. I just want to walk into the other room and lay in your arms. The only thing I have is the memories:
Your laying under a desk; 2 days before Valentine's day. I make a joke about being alone on valentines day. I look at you under the desk and you say, "Well I can take you out if you want." I had been waiting for those words since junior year.
Your sitting on my bed. You make a joke, probably one of your endless puns. You laugh at it so hard. I look into your eyes and fall so deeply in love with you. 'Damn I'm screwed now." There was no going back.
Just you and I watching the sunset over the lake. You just holding me.
I drive up and see you in your tux. I almost started crying because you looked so handsome. We take the cutest godamn pictures. You hold your arm out for me to take a hold of. You laughing at my ridiculously poofy dress. Us walking into the dance. You said you didn't want to dance. You danced all night. We go back to your house. I try to sneak up the stairs with my huge dress. We both get comfy clothes on. I fall asleep in your arms. I had never felt so safe and happy in my whole life. It was the perfect night.
It has been the best 4 months of my life. Some will say its just a teenage relationship and it won't last much longer. But this is real. We fit perfect. I can see a future with you.
It sucks to be this close and still not able to hold each other, but at least I have the best memories to keep my company.
