Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I blush when you look my way. Warmth rushes over me from my head to my toes. I am young but I dream of us in a forever way. I imagine looking into your eyes on our wedding day, when we are middle-aged...when we are old. I want to hear you tell stories of your glory days, of State Championships and Prom courts. I want to do more then what we've done. I want to feel you everywhere and I want to leave this small town. I want class to be over so I can feel you looking again.