For months I sat and thought about the night I graduated, of packing my bags and my dog and "going up north somewhere" without telling anyone exactly where. I wanted to ghost and leave everything, disconnect my phone and deactivate my social media. I wanted to start over because there has been nothing worth staying for. I didn't care if I ran out of money or if I died. All I could think is how much I hated myself and cried myself to sleep because I was so miserable with life.
You made my life turn bright yellow. I won't lie, I HATED yellow. It always looked horrible on me. But god, I love the swatches of sunshine in that blue Escape when you smile at me. I love the way tones of orange and gold filter in as you drive me home, fingers laced with yours
I've been told I sound stupid, that it's too early, but you're the person I see myself having fun with in a grocery store. I want to wake up with you, to steal that waffle iron when you move out and make breakfast with it and laugh.
I don't want to run away to Oregon anymore. You've talked about Ohio, but anywhere sounds like home with you.