love, love, love.

Thursday, October 03, 2013

I remember being 13 and absolutely stupid.

I remember spending entire nights into mornings thinking about if he liked me back, my heart leaping out of my chest the second that the idea that he just may slipped into my head. I'd sit for hours on the phone listening to him talk about these amazing things I knew nothing about and we'd bond over memories we both had in different places; never together but somehow the same. I remember stretching the kitchen telephone wire into the living room to talk just a second, minute, hour more.

I didn't love him from afar or write his name in secret. It was a love I never knew could exist. I knew all of his secrets and dreams and passions and just adored them. And he adored mine right back.

I'd never met anyone like him before, ever. Still haven't.

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