My Puddle Duck

Radiohead, Howls Moving Castle, Peanut Butter toast, guitar lessons, hiding under the covers, late night star walking, spit bugs, pool, epic battles, judging everyone, first time experinces at winter magic, spending all day in my bed, waisting polaroids, autumn leaves talking about our house that we are going to have, karate fights, stoned water, having late 3am phone conversations everynight and promising we won't do it tomorrow, belly button hurricanes, Buttinshore Park, pointless drawings, Lilly, Lucy, big breakfasts on the back deck in the sun, watching Garden State, painting on bellys, Garden State, no shoes, being alright, jumping from everything to you, songs for each other, our matching hand freckles, belly rubs, butt battles, sticking M&Ms up our noses, necersarry fucks, winter afternoons, our smells, notes, kiss fights, wannabe blacks, baths, measuring noses, your weird fish, extremely drunken nights, tingles, Ophril, never finishing movies that we start, driving nowhere, driving everywhere, uncontrable laughter, photos in the backyard, weird chickens. There is so much more than I could write. So much that I want to re-live with you. I love every second that I spend with you, and I miss you when you haven't even left yet.