burn, burn, burn.
i watched walk the line tonight. and you know near the end... when johnny is spinning june around on stage. and they got their arms all tangled in each other's hair. and the lighting guy did this great job and the camera angle is perfect... and its poetic. and its love. and you wish you had a picture of that moment. because maybe if you had a picture, you could understand it better. you could stare and touch and think about that moment.

i never took pictures of you. i don't know why. i was scared maybe. scared to hold our moments. i was so different then. i can't even remember.

i tried to take pictures of you. but they all came out wrong. we never had those moments. the pictures are fine. but the lighting is all wrong. and our faces don't match up.

i want to take your picture so badly. i want to capture those moments in the morning. when we are both still half-awake. when your skin becomes the most important thing i can see. i've ever seen.

"we just make sense, don't we?"

we shamelessly made-out across town. mutually masturbating to the pleasure of being with the other.

"we're just so into each other."



i'm trying. trying to accept every day as one day. trying not to plan and hope and think about anything but the present. it's hard. something i always struggled with. i wonder why i want to believe everything is going to last forever. because it hurts when the other person lets something slip that shows their rationality towards the situation. it hurts to be reminded how ridiculous i am. i hate endings. i never can tell when they are coming. i want every feeling to last forever.