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9 months (no, i'm not pregnant)

this is for staying up way too late [but it was totally worth it], for talks in cars at train stations in the suburbs, for stargazing in the summer and thinking a lightpost was a really bright star. this is for sleepovers and being startled awake to, "there's a spider in the bed! get out!" this is for 20+year old woody wagons and naps in the back when it's warm out and we're in loooooove. this is for video games, anime, bad teen movies, and catchy pop songs (i'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?, one and two and three and four and get them situps right and..., let's go back, back to the beginning, back to when the earth, the stars all align..., i believe in a thing called love [just listen to the rhythm of my heart], it's okay, they goin learn, chi's most wanted bitch, wait yo turn). it's for crying and being comfortable, for always being able to "work it out" and learn from the mistakes, it's for learning to eat different foods that you'd never eat before and pictionary involving ridiculous themes.

this is for the unexpected i think i'm in love with you and being able to attain the once-thought unattainable. this is for acting like kindergarteners who were secretly enamoured with each other and confessing on a balcony while everyone else was inside. this is for long drives from new lenox to skokie or skokie to new lenox and for vacationing in wisconsin and michigan. this is for tiny vessels and transatlanticism and making memories so great that they wiped out all the bad ones. this is for the first winter in 4 years where i wasn't treated, rather, i was treated with the utmost respect. this is for laying in the backyard on a blanket in the middle of spring under crab apple trees in full bloom. this is for the beach and building sand turtles and coming home so burnt it hurt. this is for the promise ring and all the reminiscent AIM conversations that make my heart flutter months later. this is for snail mail and being "asian" and "dego", for being beebees and needing to snuggle. this is for wearing each others pajama pants and staying in all day just because we can. this is for taking care of the other when ill and being nursed back to health. this is for squishees, knitted bedding, wizard, and fleece pillow cases. this is for being photographed in the most precious moments with the most precious boy and the "nakie jakie birthday dance" that wasn't quite so nakie. this is for finishing each other's sentences and people not understanding what it means for us to be "in love". this is for being best friends and him finding me (again) on myspace and me not realizing who he was for 3 months. this is for being dumb (sometimes) and still being loved. this is for rescue missions in the middle of the afternoon, reese's sticks, sunflower seeds, asian candy, candy in general, potato chips, pizza (with pepperoni), chicken strips, seasons fries, sampler platters, coke, diet coke with lime, 7-eleven coffee, coffee in general, nicotine, rice, CPK, scoozi!, baker's square, denny's, melrose, noodles and company, and marble slab. this is for being able to quote lilo and stitch. this is for your best friend, who left me a comment one of the times you couldn't hang out. he told me that i "seemed nice".

this is for finding [a girl] you could "just sit around and watch movies with", your everything girl and my everything boy. this is for being able to do this and be this way for the rest of our lives, because that's what it's going to be. this is for the past 9 months, but this isn't all of it.



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