in the middle of the night when i'm in this dream, it's like a million little stars spelling out your name

if i was going to write the story of us i wouldn't leave one part of you out.

you.

you're like, perfect.

i met you at the end of the hallway on the 19th floor.  

you ate a whole pack of tums on our first date.  

i remember every second of the first night i spent at your place.  now our place.  

always together, you and i

remember that time we were in west elm.....waiting in line to use the bathroom i remember wondering what was taking you so long.  i love you- you wrote, on piece of toilet paper, and left in floating.....well, you know....

i still have the map that you drew for me, that time i got my haircut in soho.  and the ticket stub from when we saw ps i love you.

we have walked on every street, hand in hand.  everybody knows how we go together.

i don't even remember, how long it's been, since we've lived together-- all i know is that i can't wait to see you.

today.  tomorrow.  forever.