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Sep 2019
It was the start of the game,
My first time seeing the Cubs at home,
You’d think I watch the game,
Instead I texted you through the entire game,
I remember texting you more than who won.

I keep wishing I would meet you sooner,
But time was playing at it’s rate.
I wish you were mine sooner.
I think destiny decided on this timing,
For our hearts to align.
As much as I wanted sooner,
I'm glad you found me in my shitest state.
You saw every dark aspect of me.
Whether it was me being a *******,
Or someone who struggles with being alive.
Yet you stick around.

When I couldn’t get out of the hospital bed,
You held me,
Like today was the last day.
The yellow stuffed animal you made me,
Along with the picture of us you drew.
I remember how caring you were,
I could see the worry when you'd watch me move to my wheelchair.
You kept asking if I needed you to push me.
Now that's love guys.

I was telling you the plot to my show,
Within five seconds you fell asleep on my arm,
My beautiful angel,
So peaceful.

I remembered when I asked
“What if I'm in this wheelchair forever”.
You looked at me like I was an idiot and told me that wouldn't change how you feel.

When I first saw you,
My heart broke through my ribcage,
Like a soldier returning home from the war,
It ran to you.


I remember when you came over and I stared into your eyes.
It was beautiful.
Your blue eyes.
I was lost in your ocean,
And I didnt want to be found.
I believe in soul mates now.

I remember when I first realized I love you.
My heart and brain finally agreed on something.
No more wars between the two,
Just agreements of how great life is now.
Life is better with you.

I remember when we started calling each other Borgy and clude (our joke on Bonnie and Clyde).
You see Bonnie and Clyde were lovers,
Through the great depression,
The hardest moments of the 1930s,
And they died together.
Knowing I died loving you,
Would frankly make me happy about my ending.

I'm glad I met you.
This is my public deceleration of my feelings for you.
I'm not ashamed of us,
Nor feel like I could do better,
Regardless if I could.
I wouldn't want better,
Cause what I want..
I already have now.

I remember when I dropped you off at the airport,
How similar it was to when I dropped you off at college.
You told me not to cry in public,
Because men cry in private.
Both times I cried in your arms.

Thank you for making life more colourful.
Making me comfortable with who I really am.
Helping me stay sober.
Showing me what real love is,
Along with joy.
I can't wait to see what the years bring us.
Written by
Hunter  19/M
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