the days turn into weeks and the weeks into shared years...
you're on the beach with him, staring at the ocean reminiscing. you recount days spent staring at vanilla cotton candy clouds. the exhilirating rush of chasing each other around empty fields. the fun you had climbing ancient trees, picking fresh fruit while sharing stories of each other's lives. the silly arguments and ensuing wrestling matches.
you think of all the times he's pinned you victoriously to the ground, grinning his winning smile on top of you. how you both laughed because you would never concede so easily and he would never hurt you enough to make you want to stop.
yes, you'd laugh and laugh and laugh until he fell to the ground beside you, breaths in sync, hearts pumping as one.
you think of the many times his fingers brushed yours and you pretended not to notice. you recall the electric spark that ran through you then.
you go quiet.
he is your best friend and you love him and the thought of losing him destroys you and something will always be better than nothing. right?
