when i’m older i’m going to tell someone about you. maybe i’ll have kids, maybe i’ll be in love or i’ll just be as i am now but worse for wear. a few more scratches, a new scar to show off.
my father always told me there would be people in my life that i would never forget. my first kiss or my childhood best friend… he said, “it’s never enough to just remember, their story should be told, tell someone of how they made you smile, how they made you laugh and comforted you through your tears…” so, i’ll tell them all about you.
