I'm glad I didn't die before I met you. But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy.'"
The other night we were in my room, sitting on the floor, legs tangled. Just another night after another day. I stared at the tiny slits of your eyes and the laugh wrinkles beside them. I don't remember what you said but then I felt a strange, unfamiliar lump in my throat. It startled me so awfully that I was hoping it didn't stamp across my face for you to read. So I smiled and kissed you in the cheek, and you sighed by my ear with that same satisfied sigh you always sighed with.
