i ran across the grass to be near you, and i saw lovers hanging from trees

In my mind I try to rewind three weeks...to before I knew you, before you looked at me in that way that makes my heart actually skip (who knew that hearts ACTUALLY did that?), before you became so much a part of me that being without you feels wrong somehow. But I can't. It feels like it's been you forever. It feels like we grew up in next-door houses and played in the sandbox and did school projects on What We Want To Be When We Grow Up. It feels like you were there for every scraped knee and every dance recital and every broken heart.

And every time I think that this isn't real, that the feelings you tell me of with such strength and certainty couldn't possibly be based on who I actually am, you prove me so completely wrong. I don't know quite how this happened...but I wouldn't rewind three weeks for anything.