Working to live

A night like this is hard to imagine.

Starting with my friends and ending in the most amazing way.

Sitting in front of a lake looking at stars at one in the morning, running through sprinklers in all my clothes, sharing what may very well be the best first kiss I have ever had… I will make it work, fuck the distance. This is the kind of girl I would walk cross the state for. Beautiful. 

Mr. Foxx?

Brilliant. I’m going to miss you more than you know.

Even when I go.

Even when I go I’ll still be here. I’ll be in every memory you have of me, in every manual car you ride in since I can’t hold your hand while I shift gears, in every time you get caught during a stage dive, in every stolen glance you remember, in every kiss goodnight you think of. 

And even when I go you will still be with me. In every girl with the most beautiful curly hair I can imagine, in every memory of laughing in classes together, in every giant gay black man who tests our limits of personal space with each other, in every time I realize that I’m not sad anymore, in every time I think of being happy in this town.

I’m going to be with you, and you with me, despite the distance. Let the roads do their job, and follow them to me whenever you can, cause I damn sure will be following them to you.

Good things happen slowly, but I wish they would have started sooner. It’s 2:30 and I’m awake but I don’t want to sleep, cause every day I go through is another day closer to leaving, and I actually find my self wanting to stay nowadays.