ridethewalrus

I want you to think about the first night we ever met. How we both were so nervous to meet each other because we had no clue what each other was going to be like. But as soon as we saw each other, we clicked. It's like we were meant to be, we were laughing within seconds, with me sadly working behind the counter at Bates that night. You put your arm around me on the hayride, and you kept squeezing me and screaming, making me think it was someone else. We were constantly smiling at each other, even when we didn't know. You were wearing you're blue collared sweatshirt with black stripes, and I was so scared to latch onto you because I didn't know how you would've reacted... Either "get off of me" or "I like this, you can stay". It was that night, that we knew. We knew right at that moment that we liked each other. And not just a little, but a lot. Sitting on the benches, talking about how much we both loved the walking dead. It was this night, this night in particular that we knew we were going to be something more. Now i want you to think about the day you asked me to be your girl. The day that you decided that I was the one you wanted. The day you came over my house for the first time, and there wasn't an awkward moment for even a second. We sat on the couch in my basement, watching ridiculousness and teasing each other back and forth. The day I refused to look at you because I wanted you to make me look at you. And when you did just that, you grabbed my face and you kissed me. And when you did just that, you asked me if I liked that. And when I said I did, you said you did too, but you'd like it if I'd be you're girlfriend even more. I want you to now think of the night we went to Pennhurst. You were wearing your blue collared sweatshirt again with the black stripes. You kept kissing me in the car and you told me how beautiful I was and that you loved my hair curled. That night that you told me you really liked me, and that night you grabbed my hand and held onto it everywhere we went. We went through the tunnels, and I wrapped my arms around you and buried my head into you the entire way through. That was the night I got so scared I accidentally cut your finger on the cement wall. Think of the day you first made me slow dance with you. We were on vine, and say something was playing in one of them. You said you'd never heard that song and I was in shock so I made you listen. When I put it on you asked me to dance, and I asked why. "I never got I take you to homecoming. I really wish I knew you then so I could of", you said. So I stood up and we danced with you looking into my eyes the whole time, kissing me every once in a while. Then, that slow dancing eventually became a thing and we did it often, wishing that we could have gone to homecoming together. Now I want you to think of the day we told each-other that we were in love. The day you took the remote and shut off the tv, proceeding to take you're phone out. You started to ask me what I was going to tell you a few nights before, but I was being difficult. I kept saying nothing, over and over but then you told me you had to tell me something too. You played our song, say something, and we laid there, with you on top of me, until we eventually decided that we would both say what we had to say on the count of 3. Little did we know it was the same thing, and on that count of three we both said "I love you." There we were laying in the fort I had created around the furniture with my friends the night before, laying there and we kissed. Over and over. Repeatedly we said I love you to each other throughout the rest of the night. Think of the nights we would battle each other on guitar hero, and you'd always win, except for once but I'm pretty sure you let me that time. Think about the night you were playing your fishing game on your iPad, and we both fell asleep together on your futon. Passed out, not realizing what time it was until my dad called me at 11:30 and said he was in the driveway. Now think about right now, today. Just think about it. And think really, really hard.

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to everyone on Witty I don't talk to... 

...hi 

 

i still don't understand how
you can stand next to someone you have so much history with, & not say a thing to them.


 

oh.
another word for "i'm hurt"