With him nothing is awkward, even when I trip on flat ground and spill ice cream in my hair or when I have zero hand-eye coordination and loose a game of miniature crochet 56-10 it's okay, cause it's us, and we just have this friendship that can never be broken. When we talk I'll tell him everything and somehow he makes everything seem like it's going to be alright, and it always is. Half the time I swear he can read my mind, and the other half of the time it's like I'm able to read his. We agree on most things, and when we don't it's not a big deal because we listen to the others' opinion and usually we end up agreeing, or, although rare, we will simply agree to disagree. He's always there for me and I hope I can do the same for him. As a girl I sometimes make our relationship more complicated than it needs to be, but in the end we are really just two great friends who have a great time with each other.
But I'll never forget the way he smelled as he pulled me in close, or the way he looked into my eyes as we danced real slow. There's something so romantic about the fire flickering in the dark of the night, those sparks flying high as we hold one other tight. His arm wrapped around me made me forget about the cold, and his head rested on mine while we listened to the stories that they told. Under the night stars we talked, though late was the time, and I'll never forget how our hands intertwined. It was perfect in every way, shape and form, but our moments aren't over- I'll be waiting for more. I'll be honest, In those last words of goodbye I wished our lips could touch...but it didn't happen this time; so I'll keep dreaming and hoping and wishing and remembering this day.
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