Listening to: Have I told you, lately, that I love you?
To gaze upon her walking past
To hold her hand inside my own
Comes joy, care, and love to last
Comes a feeling of place I've never known.
Despite these childish fears of mine
A shinning smile upon her face
To act as if I've known all time
The beauty she has, and grace.
Within me she finds comfort, trust
And yet she doesn't know
Within her I find just as much
And say, "I'll never go."
-Love (illiegible 'me' or 'yo')
The note I read on the bus on the way down to SLC after stealing his sweater and leaving him.