I don't know when it occurred to me I wanted you forever. But I think about every now & again. How a person could possibly want another person to hold their hand for a lifetime. I mean, ours get sweaty being intertwined for less than an hour. But I don't know, I don't know a lot of things. I don't know how I'm awake at three-in-the-morning only on the nights before I have an early class, or why the sky has that odd pastel glow on the nights when it's snowed, or how to drive, yet but there are some things that I do know. I know what shirt you were wearing on the day we met & that it's somewhere in my hamper right now, I know how to say the alphabet backwards just as fast as forwards & I know that my heart has never been more content in letting someone in than it has with you. I know, my love, that we're young & life's too short to pretend we're not perfect for each other, so I won't let myself picture a life without you in my arms. Terrifying to say, but the truest words I'll ever know, I want to spend my forever with you.