I want to write about you.
The tricky thing is, you and I are miles apart ( 746.6 miles to be exact) and it hurts to write about you. I can't tell when I write about you if the distance between us is closing or if it is taking me farther away from you. The closer I get to you, I almost feel like you are right here. Here discussing why the derivative of x-squared is 2x. The further I get from you, the more I long for those nights we spent at the dining room table, frying our minds in calculus oil. The look on your face was exhausting but it never looked cuter. Your looks always made me smile.
And here we go. I am writing about you again.
But this time I am smiling.
I love writing about you.
I've been waiting to take a math class where I learn about derivatives just so I could finally write a poem using the word "derivative". Someday.
ReplyDelete"But this time I am smiling.
I love writing about you." Woot. Woot. Woot.
I LOVE YOU
ReplyDeleteI love you
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ReplyDeleteI'm just sending this to you in all ways I possibly can. Just in case you couldn't notice.
Dude. I wanna steal that second picture sometime cuz that girl and I just have the same hair. Like, that could easily be me with longer, skinnier legs and shoes on.
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