St. Kendałł’s Fire (Interlude)

You're the only thing in the universe that can make me shiver and make me warm. You make me warm, you make me whole. Or feel whole at least because beneath the surface i'm damaged. They call me a goofy because I would spend day after day with you, spend check after check on you, and drive mile after mile for you and I wasn't fucking. Did I think about it? About kissing you until my jaw felt sore, then eating you until my jaw locked up then putting myself into you while listening to Channel Orange, track 15 being so in the moment, eyes closed, not feeling anything but you, not focused on anyone but you, being so in the moment, and going and going so long we didn't notice the album was on repeat like wait, we heard Pilot Jones 4 times. Do I think about it? Maybe. But honestly, I don't need it because our parked car conversations are just a good. Eating chicken nuggets talking about our government conspiracies, music, traveling, childhood memories, religion, sneakers, the school system, vines, and love and don't get me started on love because it's nothing I want more in this world more than to be in it with you. They say nobody's perfect and I believed it until I met you, like even your imperfections are perfect. You make me want to go the extra mile just to make you smile even though you tell me i'm the funniest person you've ever met, but that isn't enough for me. When I see you, it feels like the first time I saw you and when we leave each other, it feels like for good. I have never felt love until now, this is love, this is love, I feel love for you, i'm in love with you, i'm loving you, I love loving you, I love you- ha I fucked up, I'm done, i'm done