I'd like to think that we met when were 2 ..
We were in the same daycare
You picked on me and stole my coloring books..
I'd like to think that we met when I was in the first grade..
You sat RIGHT next to me..Admiring my punkin' seed shoes & staring at my pigtails
I'd like to think that God introduced us..
Placed us hand in hand..
I'd like to think that you'd been looking for me since the day you were neatly tucked in your mothers uterus..
And you finally found me..
I'd like to think that we were secret pen pal's, in the 5th grade..
That you dreamed about me at night, right after your father tucked you in..
I'd like to think that we're soulmates..
That hearing my name makes your skin crawl..
Makes your spine wiggle, and your mouth curl..
I'd like to think that kissing me reminds you of your grandmothers pink-lemonade that she'd make you each summer in North Carolina...
I'd like to think that EACH time you smile, it's because of me..
But that ain't how we met..
We met in a dark alley..
A fonky alley, polluted with rats and garbage..
Bad weed and Crown Vicks..
I was 15 years old..a couple of months older than you..
Far less immature though..
You complimented me, in a boy kinda way..
Said my shirt hugged my chest nice, but I was ugly..
You know how boys do that thing, when they're scared to say you're pretty..
I'd like to think that you wanted to tell me that I was the most beautiful creature that you've EVER seen - besides your mother
We joke and laugh all the time about how it's been 5 years...
I'd like to think that we'll get married, with traditional white gowns, and white wine
I'd like to think that you will never forget me
I'd like to think that I'm your favorite color, your favorite number, and your favorite TV show
But that would be a bit selfish right?
But love is a bit selfish...right?
I'd like to think that you sleep with half of my soul and half of my smile every night..
Of course..this is just what I like to think.