So, you want a story?
Well, this story isn’t about childhood friends. It’s not about magic. Not about wolves or blood. Is it a love story? God, I hope so, or I guess, I really am an idiot. Just like they all said.
If I could pick a moment, remember me in every slow song. Remember me as Band-Aids and as coffee, the lame sugary kind that you hate. I hope you’ll never be able to drink it black again.
Remember me as I was at the start, in the middle and just before the very end.
Not like this.
I’ve loved my whole life loving you.