Nobody said it was easy
It's really hard for me to believe that the school year's almost over; looking back so many things have changed, and just as I've gotten used to them, they're changing again.
Ten months ago this Thursday I went on what I thought would be one of maybe two or three meaningless dates with a boy who ended up testing my limits, redefining my principles, shaping this dynamic, consummate love that I never knew I was capable of. I seriously wondered if anything so seemingly storybook perfect could really last. I figured that by Homecoming season at the latest, it'd probably be over.
But you disproved this theory, and I can still remember the night we first said I love you, I can still feel your arms tight around my waist, leaned up against the fence on the chilly Friday night we beat Hermitage. I still recall our winter break, seeing the lights downtown, spending our entire Christmas together, lying wrapped up on your couch when 2006 set in, the Wailer's show. There's nothing I loved more than waiting for you after your games, our lazy nights punctuated with pizza and movies we'd end up falling asleep to, fighting for you to stay just five more minutes, one more moment. Valentine's Day, our dinner dates and breakfast outings and post-work Saturday nights and half-days and snow days and off-days have all been perfect with you. The 11:30 race to my house, holding your hand and kissing you at the stoplights, blasting John Butler Trio and never letting go of you, trying so hard to memorize every precious detail. This spring break was so fun, our Maymont picnic and our downtown exploring, our daytrip to the beach, renting entirely too many movies. Prom was consistent with my childhood fantasies, no one's ever given me a better time or made me feel more beautiful.
I guess everything just sounds stupid and teenaged when I try and phrase it like this, words couldn't ever begin to convey my feelings for you, but I wouldn't ever want them to. Having them is more than enough, falling more in love with you everyday. You're going to UVA this August, and I won't have that familiar face in between classes, I won't have you six minutes away anymore, I can't go to your house after school and you won't be picking me up from work on Saturday nights. I'm gonna cry when you graduate, I'm gonna cry when you leave, and I know I will cry when you're gone. But none of it matters, none of the meaningless fights matter, the distance doesn't matter, 'cause I wanna make this work with you, I wanna let you make me the happiest girl in the world for as long as I can. Love you baby.
Ten months ago this Thursday I went on what I thought would be one of maybe two or three meaningless dates with a boy who ended up testing my limits, redefining my principles, shaping this dynamic, consummate love that I never knew I was capable of. I seriously wondered if anything so seemingly storybook perfect could really last. I figured that by Homecoming season at the latest, it'd probably be over.
But you disproved this theory, and I can still remember the night we first said I love you, I can still feel your arms tight around my waist, leaned up against the fence on the chilly Friday night we beat Hermitage. I still recall our winter break, seeing the lights downtown, spending our entire Christmas together, lying wrapped up on your couch when 2006 set in, the Wailer's show. There's nothing I loved more than waiting for you after your games, our lazy nights punctuated with pizza and movies we'd end up falling asleep to, fighting for you to stay just five more minutes, one more moment. Valentine's Day, our dinner dates and breakfast outings and post-work Saturday nights and half-days and snow days and off-days have all been perfect with you. The 11:30 race to my house, holding your hand and kissing you at the stoplights, blasting John Butler Trio and never letting go of you, trying so hard to memorize every precious detail. This spring break was so fun, our Maymont picnic and our downtown exploring, our daytrip to the beach, renting entirely too many movies. Prom was consistent with my childhood fantasies, no one's ever given me a better time or made me feel more beautiful.
I guess everything just sounds stupid and teenaged when I try and phrase it like this, words couldn't ever begin to convey my feelings for you, but I wouldn't ever want them to. Having them is more than enough, falling more in love with you everyday. You're going to UVA this August, and I won't have that familiar face in between classes, I won't have you six minutes away anymore, I can't go to your house after school and you won't be picking me up from work on Saturday nights. I'm gonna cry when you graduate, I'm gonna cry when you leave, and I know I will cry when you're gone. But none of it matters, none of the meaningless fights matter, the distance doesn't matter, 'cause I wanna make this work with you, I wanna let you make me the happiest girl in the world for as long as I can. Love you baby.