When it all started it was like high school.
“Not yet…okay… fine.” “Are you sure?”
I wasn’t… but I am glad WE were.
Cut to the “I miss yous” and getting closer on the couch.
Cigarettes and blankets, the autumn chill in the air.
You’re the (only) thing I love about the Midwest.
I miss the little things like karaoke songs and blue jeans.
And brushing my teeth with you.