Overdue Eviction Notice

This isn't poetic, or full of metaphors, or even very beautiful. It's honest though. (Which I think makes it pretty beautiful.)

Here's what I don't know: whether or not you'll be reading this. Which makes it just a little bit harder to write. (Because I don't know how you'll take any of it.) You're tentative, I know. I've had about three people tell me that now. But I think that's what I like most right now. 

Here's the thing. I've finally decided that I don't care what I say because, I mean, you should know, probably. You're really good at making me worry, but not really in a bad way.

I like the little things, like the way you kiss the yellow lights and drive while you hold my hand. I like the way my forehead gets touched by your lips a lot and I love when you turn our show on when we cuddle.

We argue sometimes, but only about dumb things or because neither of us will make a decision. Sure, I want you to get mad at Josh (or at me because of Josh) sometimes, but I know you just don't want to be mean. I get jealous of Tyler a lot, but we'll talk about that later.

Here's to lunches, and dates, and never not smelling like chlorine. Here's to our best friends at the pool. 

We can see the stars tonight. Remember that? I wished you didn't have to go running that night. You told me once that you didn't want me to go and said, "Can't you just be a little bit late?" The world is smaller than what that meant to me.

I like when you let go of your worries and just say the things that are on your mind. I think you have a hard time opening up, and that's why it only happens sometimes.

I get afraid that you're going to run away because sometimes I need you, and sometimes I want to be needed by you, but I don't know of that's okay with you. If it is, hold one eye open and close the other.

Here's to your art, and your handwriting. 

I hope that what I said on your birthday didn't bother you. I know I like you more than you like me, but for now, that's okay. I think I handle it pretty well. I like how you always asked me to come with you places because those places needed both of us--I think.

We're funny, and we're good looking and we could probably rule the world, one boba at a time.

You're a really good teacher, and you just want to make people happy. You aren't afraid of your sarcasm but I think you're a little bit afraid of disappointing the ones you care about most. You're independent, really independent. You'll be there when I get injured because of birds. It'll happen, darling, and you'll be there. You're smart enough to know what you want, but also your mind is open to what may be placed in front of you to try. Maybe like me? I know you don't like surprises, but I think I was a little bit of one.

Keep smelling good and being concerned about what you're wearing. Thanks for liking me even though I was awkward at first.

I love your family and that you share them with me. I love Tyler and Shelly, and Patty, too. (probably not as much as you do, but you know.) I love the days we didn't leave each others sides and the day my fingers were in between yours all day. I like that sometimes I bother you because then I know it's real. That's such a cliche thing to say, but that word just wears me out. I love the amount of time we spent with Rachel and I love when you grab me from behind. I love the amount of movies we have watched. (Thanks Shelly.)

Here's to shopping, and car rides, and Tex, and laughing and cat stretching. Here's to the amount of time we've spent in your living room and the amount of money we've spent of frozen yogurt. Here's to hoping this wasn't too much for you to take in. Here's to these last seven days.

"Up yours." because "Wow bud, that's really cool."

It's Only Human

We read too much internet.

We are too insecure.

We treat others like they are always going to be there, or as if we didn't care if they were always going to be there. And here's the thing we probably don't.
We get caught up in those other peoples lives, lives we couldn't care less about.


We struggle with things that make no sense to anyone else due to the fact that they don't have the heightened feelings that you've been blessed, so to speak, with. Really it's just hard.

We get concerned about who's a good kisser and who's not just because it's high school and it is fun.
We rush too much, and feel like summer should come when you're 17th Christmas hasn't even made its appearance yet.


We spend all our money on nothing, and we make new years resolutions that we never follow through with, and we make promises we don't intend to keep, and we run away from our problems.

We complain about this life as if it were of no importance, but this is the good life. It's the good life because its the only life we get, and so much of it is spent complaining about it being wasted when really we're the only people in the world that can change that for ourselves.


We think too much about what doesn't really matter and we use the excuse, "It's only human. We're only human."

We, in the third grade and still in the older grade, fall in love with our former best friends brother, and then realize he could be married soon, and you never even got the chance to tell him that you have loved him all this time.


We forget time, but do we even completely understand time? We don't because our minds are too simple to understand all that God creates in those gold-plated hands I like to think he has.

And we cry and we laugh and we sing.

And we are just a few long words short with almost no significance, but that significance is good enough for who we are, and who we want to be.