"I think you're in danger" "Of what?" "Of never recovering..."
i'm gonna take a cue from mary on this one, because this is all i seem to be able to think about, and like her, it makes me happy, and then really upset. but maybe it'll help. so here goes everything.
Hotel party. Meeting up again for the first time in a few years. Giving you my number. Your birthday. Calling you every other day for three weeks, and having you call me on the opposite days. You losing your phone at the mud bog. Calling me the next day and apologizing for losing your phone at the mud bog. Dumb and Dumber-er. Wrestling in the living room. Sleeping in the car while I waited for you to get home. Kissing you in your driveway for the first time. Having trouble shifting gears on Broad Street. Nickleback. The giant brown truck. Virginia Beach. Hugging you and not ever wanting to let go. Sleeping together on the couch. New Year's Eve. Sex and the City. Sleeping together in the big chair. Being the girl that you talk about to your friends. Having your friends greet me as "Kate? Jeez, he talks about you all the time. I feel like I know you." Introducing you to my friends. Kissing you in front of your friends. Fights in the shed when neither one of us wanted to fight, but we yelled anyway. Crying when you left the first time, and being ecstatic when you said you were coming home. Coldplay. Falling for you, but not admitting it to myself until it was too late. T-3. Confusion. Helping you pack. Phone calls from Cherry Point. Listening to your voice and wanting to wake up to it every morning. The way you smell, and smelling you on my clothes long after I left your house. Offering to teach me to drive stick even though you love that truck like it's your first born child. The stabbin cabin. The feeling that we understood each other. Looking into your eyes and realizing that no one has ever made me this happy. Seeing you for the last time and realizing that no one has ever made me this sad. Street racing on 301. The way that you smiled at me. Nights at the house with "the guys." Crying on the couch in the shed when you told me that you were leaving again, but that this time there was a possibility that you wouldn't make it home. You, standing in the driveway, holding me because you weren't ready to let go. Saying goodbye and knowing that it really might be the last time.
Hotel party. Meeting up again for the first time in a few years. Giving you my number. Your birthday. Calling you every other day for three weeks, and having you call me on the opposite days. You losing your phone at the mud bog. Calling me the next day and apologizing for losing your phone at the mud bog. Dumb and Dumber-er. Wrestling in the living room. Sleeping in the car while I waited for you to get home. Kissing you in your driveway for the first time. Having trouble shifting gears on Broad Street. Nickleback. The giant brown truck. Virginia Beach. Hugging you and not ever wanting to let go. Sleeping together on the couch. New Year's Eve. Sex and the City. Sleeping together in the big chair. Being the girl that you talk about to your friends. Having your friends greet me as "Kate? Jeez, he talks about you all the time. I feel like I know you." Introducing you to my friends. Kissing you in front of your friends. Fights in the shed when neither one of us wanted to fight, but we yelled anyway. Crying when you left the first time, and being ecstatic when you said you were coming home. Coldplay. Falling for you, but not admitting it to myself until it was too late. T-3. Confusion. Helping you pack. Phone calls from Cherry Point. Listening to your voice and wanting to wake up to it every morning. The way you smell, and smelling you on my clothes long after I left your house. Offering to teach me to drive stick even though you love that truck like it's your first born child. The stabbin cabin. The feeling that we understood each other. Looking into your eyes and realizing that no one has ever made me this happy. Seeing you for the last time and realizing that no one has ever made me this sad. Street racing on 301. The way that you smiled at me. Nights at the house with "the guys." Crying on the couch in the shed when you told me that you were leaving again, but that this time there was a possibility that you wouldn't make it home. You, standing in the driveway, holding me because you weren't ready to let go. Saying goodbye and knowing that it really might be the last time.