I think this will be my last summer.
This is a blurry picture, but I hope the endearment got across. I can’t really explain how much I love sleeping with Mack in his bed on a rainy afternoon. We nap together a lot, but every time I feel like the whole world could stop and we would never have to leave the comfort of the mattress.
He goes off to socal next year and for once in our relationship, we will be five hundred miles apart. And the following year? Five thousand miles. No more late night diners. No more opening nights for movies. No more sporadic secret sleepovers. From here on out, it’s going to be just us and our true feelings - with none of that physical stuff to get in the way.
I like hugging people. I like kissing people. I just thrive on touching in general. So when I can’t get any of it, I’m hoping to any religious poster head that what’s left is raw emotion. That it wasn’t all for nothing, I didn’t waste my time. That I can still love someone without having to have them hold me close. As dumb as it sounds, I really want to invent a teleportation device - so saying goodbye wouldn’t have to hurt that much.
Then again, without pain there is no happiness.
Fuck, another obstacle in this road called life.