when I think of you i go back to sixth grade
me sitting alone at lunch and you becoming my first friend
how every day after that was the first time i was ever excited for school because i knew i’d see you
sitting together at the wooden table in after school, always the last two left
little did i know i’d be dreaming of going back at 25, just to relive those moments
to see the sweet big brown eyed boy with the prettiest smile
to watch you grow up and become unworldly beautiful
our laughs together, watching dumb youtube videos
you cuddling me from behind and watching your disco lights
your activated water paintbrush painting our names
me falling for you so much it was driving me insane
us listening to summertime sadness and rolling...