this is just a memory.

I really like kisses in between words,
and holding hands
and sitting outside my house
for 30 minutes
cause you don't wanna
watch me go inside,
no more than i wanna go inside.
sticking my head
in your window
one more time
just to kiss you goodbye
for the upteenth time,
and running to the door
because my mom is mad i'm late
and not caring
because why should that matter,
when i have everything i could ever want.