DRUGS ; book two

"I love you, I would never judge you for anything, especially your past. I want to spend my future with you. I want to marry you and have kids-if you want kids, I'm okay with cats. once I have enough to money, we'll move far from this shit-hole, we'll buy a beautiful house. one with a pool and we won't need a big house, I want you to feel comfortable." he pauses for a little, I'm still wheezing.

"but if we ever do have kids, I'd want two girls and two boys, we'll raise them to be outgoing and outspoken-kinda like you. I can picture us and our kids gathering fireflies in a jar. I can picture us going on road trips. I can picture us growing old together, I'd love you just the same. when I die, I'd want to have my ashes put in a jar with your ashes-it seems odd but I think it's cool to join together as one-and I'd like for our kids to release them into different oceans so we could be in all your favorite places." I had not clue where Steven was going with this, and I'm sure he didn't either, but it calmed me down.

as soon as he stopped talking, I leaned in and kissed him. we stayed like this for a while. I pulled away, in tears again. "you're such a beautiful dreamer." I whispered in his ear, smiling.

"dreams are for sleeping. babe, it's our reality. it can happen if you want it." he tells me. he has such a beautiful mind.