I spent a whole summer with you.
It’s basically the surprise of the century for me, because I use to be afraid to take a breath around you. Now we are good friends.
It just hit me that the last time we hung out could possibly be the last time we EVER hangout.
I cried in the back of my bestfriends car from when you closed the door till I opened mines.
I realized you were my first love. I feel in love with you without even knowing you. You just seemed so amazing.
I use to stalk you on twitter and I remember how happy I was when you followed me back.
We’ve just had a goodtime together even though you still don’t know I am in love with you, I think you know I at least love you, and I guess I can live with that no matter how much it hurts.
I got to kiss you this summer. We smoked weed together this summer. You told me I was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. You came out to me. I was apart of your life and you were apart of mines.
I know you.