I could hold your hand through the hottest weather (Your magnetic pull never fails to draw me in), I could stick to your chest the same way my sweat soaked hair sticks to the back of my neck. I could pillow fight my way through sadness with you, even though that's exhausting with only a small, stand up fan as the source of cold air on a 40 degree day.
My feet were sore in the end but it was worth every second I got to walk besides you, even when it felt like my feet could not possibly take another step. And I love that eager, anticipating look on your face as you searched for your favourite collection of cars, and I hope I am enough to wipe off that look of disappointment and sadness I saw cross your face when you didn't find any.
The train rides are my favourite - places where you can squeeze my hand harder for no apparent reason, places where you can pull me in for a tighter embrace, the place where I could have had a small nap but instead kept myself awake by counting the freckles on your arm; 24 and more.