dear summer, i write one, many, to you every year. so here's my plead for your arrival once again. finally the warm weather has come and the shorts have been worn. but the 86 degree weather can't compensate for the days spent indoors the hihg school. this is the final stretch, and sure i've been saying that since the first day of senior year but seriously. less than a month. 20 days to be exact but who's really counting? and ohh boy. do we have plans. im waiting for you, grad parties and beaches, crazy girls nights and lazying outside, waterparks and swimming pools. i can picture it perectly now, margaritas at brooke's lakehouse during the day in the blazing hot sun. cute bikinis on our tanned bodies while laying on the boat waiting for the sun to fall just in time for them to come over. let us party til we pass out (still in bikinis and laying in tents). we're preparing, well attempting to prepare.. run tonight? but summer, you are one beautiful creature and the love of my life, just don't tell him that. i am ready, hell, i've been ready since the day last summer ended. so please summer. i beg you. be here. now. and last forever.
thank the universe i found you. now the last thing i want to do is hurt you. i told you this. we cried. for a week. which felt like a year because time moves differently when i'm with you. but i know. i know now. what i want and what will happen. i'll be with you forever. and why? because you look perfect there laying in my bed. because your touch is intoxicating. because this is unexpectedly exactly the way it's supposed to be. i know it [baby]. you're my one and only forever and always. we have made plans. we have everything figured out i promise. i'll never hurt you again. it's comforting. knowing who you'll be with for the rest of your life. at 17. after only two months, it was one, okay it was negative one week. but we've known and will always know. and i've aaccepted that the big house and two boys sitting at the kitchen table while he reads the newspaper in his boxers and perfectly chizeled body and clean cut exterior isn't me. it's not what i want. i want you. anywhere. even here. and that's all to make me happy. so i'll start designing our house before i sleep at night. and our family. and the real christmas tree we'll get with the three kids [boy boy and your baby girl] . and the happy happy life we promised we'll always have together. it's comforting. to know your future.
you. ugh. what can i possibly say. you make me go crazy. i love it. i love you. the way you make me feel. oh my god the way you make me feel. a summer fling? ha. a fall fling? well i hope not. i want you forever. and ever and ever and ever. your touch will keep me next to you until the very last second. i can't get enough. i'm addicted. they all call me insane. but i laugh. it's true. but i need you. those nights. will never stop. yes, it's a school night. the things you make me do, the things you do to me, are so out of character. but that's what i need. i can't lose contact for more than an hour or i feel withdrawl symptoms. i'm worried for my health. mental that is. lack of sleep and concentration won't help me in the long run. but honestly as long as i have you next to me i need nothing more. i can laugh. and cry. and do anything in front you. your arms are the most comfortable spot. i can't explain it. i really can't. but i guess that's the mystery. the goal you can keep trying for but never reach. you say i'm better than all the others. more beautiful and sexy. you've never felt this way before. and i'm really trying my best to forget your past. i am. you also say you never lie. and would never hurt me. i believe you. and i shouldn't. i normally wouldn't. but i'm no longer normal. i've caught the disease and i don't want to cure it. i want you until the end of time. youre perfect. the way you say what else and the way you beg please. the way you call me beautiful and say everything on your mind. the way your body tightens and wraps perfectly around mine. the way you refuse to watch the road until i kiss you. they way you make me laugh about the smallest things. the way you smile and say oh my god when were together. the way youre so comfortable around me, maybe too comfortable. the way you send me a hundred texts after i fall asleep on you. youre mine. promise you'll never stop liking me? promise. now ask me a question.