I like how you like Pink Floyd so much. I like that on tired drives going home, we listen to classic rock songs that we both enjoy singing to. I like that I can sing with you. I like how you play the guitar and you only play your favourite songs. I like that when it's needed you'll sing me my song.

It's been nice these days. To have you there, constantly annoying me, constantly asking for me. I love it when I'm tired and you let me lie on your shoulder while you drive us home. It might just be the safest place I know right now. You let me lie on your lap when I want to take naps, sometimes you even demand it and I resist sometimes because I fear I'd get too comfortable. You know of that fear now so you don't push and when my doubts aren't too heavy, I won't push either.

It's nice this place we're in. The place between growing up and staying young. I would very much like to grow up with you but to stay young in that process would be the best. I like to imagine that we'd make that decision and never regret it. I never want to regret you and I always hope you don't regret me.

You went away recently and when you came home, you actually came home, all of you. You breathed me in and I closed my eyes holding on to the simple embrace. You went away for a week and already I wanted you home. I don't want to think too much of when we'll have to go our separate ways and for now, I won't. For now, the simple fights and the wrestling will keep me happy.