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I hope you never regret me.

                I never will. 

I used to think the same.

                It will all be okay if I experience it all with you.

I was once like you.

                Nothing we do will ever haunt me, you say.

I never thought I would start regretting my first love.

                Love? It’s a little soon for that isn’t it?

Listen to me.  I don’t ever want you to hate the way we laughed together.

                I love the way you laugh. Why are you saying this?

When I’m gone I don’t want you to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and think about everything you should have done and didn’t. I don’t want you to feel like being with me was mandatory and you didn’t have a choice.

                I think you need to stop and breathe baby.

I don’t want you to regret the way I held your hand and told your mom that I was falling for you after we made snowmen with Becca and JT. I don’t want you to regret the night we finally made love and you were so scared that you shook under me and kept apologizing for being awkward. I don’t want to be a mistake, a horror story from your youth you tell your future partners.

                Will you please shut up?

But you need to know that even though you don’t think you’ll regret this I didn’t think I would  either but it happens and I want to keep you safe.

                Listen to me. I love you. I love the way you laugh and how when you paint you get it all over yourself without realizing it. I love how you fell in love with my family first. Without you realizing it and you being too busy trying to keep me safe I’ve been falling madly in love with you. So please shut up and let me tell you that I love you, dork.

I-I love you too, butthead.