i swear, if i ever get you back we will take tons of pictures, and i will make you soup and brownies, and hug you blow on your chest, and send you notes through the mail, and carry that necklace around, and hold your hand and ask YOU on dates, and pray every every hour for you to be safe, and make you lunch more often, and buy you markers so you can draw, and kiss your ear because you laugh and it tickles you, and i would be so good to you this time around, babe. i would. i would fix everything if you just stopped making me wait, if you just stopped telling your friends everything you feel about me. if you just stopped texting that girl. if you just kissed me and pushed me against the wall and held me and show me everything you were hiding. i’m so ridiculous for saying everything that i am saying. everytime i think of you, my stomach grumbles.