Sixteen

Yesterday I was scared. I wasn't scared for the usual reasons I get scared in a relationship. I wasn't scared you were leaving me, or that I was saying the wrong thing, or that you were bored. I was scared because I thought you were hurt because I hadn't heard from you. I have talked to you everyday for 53 days. You texted me at 1:30 am saying the most wonderful things. When you tell me I'm beautiful, I believe you. I love you!

Nine

New Years Eve. Instead of spending some ridiculous night with your friends at some seedy bar filled with drunk and seedy people, you spent the night with me. Me and my house and hockey and beer. And you asked if my son was okay and you were actually sad you couldn't see him. When you kissed me at midnight, I saw you in every day of every month of the year proceeding that kiss. I miss you.