You. You always manage to swoop in right when I need you. Even when I don't know it. Tonight I thought of the first time we met. I sat on the floor of a boat heartily laughing for the first time in a long time. I got root beer float spilled all over my too-small dress. I don't even drink soda. I would have corrected your pronouns if you'd been using them. But you weren't, which stuck in my head. Which, I suppose, helped along that nagging little feeling I can still find lingering around the cavern in my chest on nights like this one. And I smile.
I can't always be growing. There are times when it's nice to just say what's on my mind. I'm going to be eighteen soon, and until then, I will be seventeen. There's is nothing I can do to fast forward myself into adulthood, nor do I wish there was. I'm happy right where I am, just so long as 'here' doesn't involve being pushed to 'there'.
You. I was unaware of how strong your presence can be. You are thrillingly human. And I love it. Stay awhile.
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