walking down the middle of a deserted backroad with you
spilling our souls to one another,
is my idea of heaven.
your lovely hazel green eyes sparkling with laughter,
at something ridiculous I've said,
or maybe it's because I've tripped over a storm grate or made another awkward motion,
just being my usual, clumsy self.
there's no one like you.
I can be with you without the threat of romance, or hatred,
it's simply perfect, glowing friendship.
after so long apart, we come back together
and fit in the same ways and a million different ones
we could've never dreamed of.
we can be f*cked up together,
or perfect, or whatever fits the moment best.
thank you for being my perfect sidekick,
my equal, my partner in crime.