teenage dream

he tells me all the time how beautiful i am. (he even said that my stretch marks are beautiful to him). he tells me i'm perfect and there's nothing wrong with me. that he wants to be with me forever and he could never find anyone better. he loves my personality. he thinks i look great when my hair is a mess and i don't have any make up on. he enjoys hanging out with my family and playing with my little sisters. his idea of a good day is just being able to spend time with me. he would see me every day if he could. he's seen me at my worst and he's seen me at my best and he's still in love with me. he's even seen me at that special time when i get all silly because i'm tired and i'm laughing like a crazy person. he's perfect. i'm living the teenage dream.

the note

i've never been more scared in my life. i want to see you. i want you to come home. but i'm afraid of what that's going to mean for us. i'll be crying as we touch for the first time in weeks. you'll hug me and i'll slowly reach into your back pocket to find a note... and it could say anything...:
'i love you'
'forever'
'everything's okay'
or
'its over'
'im sorry' (for some reason this one scares me the most)
these next 7+ days are not going to go by fast enough. but at the same time i'll want them to slow down. because the moment i reach into your back pocket....