his name is Franco.
he gets me.
we laugh and he pokes me
and throws me in the air while
we listen to old indie songs from the 90's.
he eats ice cream with me and we
watch
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
together and he doesn't make fun of me
for watching it.
he listens to me and we play wrestle on my couch
on Sunday mornings after he takes me to church.
i think he is the one i will marry.
i can tell him anything and he is right there,
holding me.
i love him more than the stars above
us in the sky.