Matters Of National Insecurity

You never know how deep in love you are with someone till you take a drag of a cigarette and it hits you that the cute little things make everything work and make both of you happier than anything else possibly could. So as I took that drag and had that epiphany, I got an idea. I could see she was genuinely concerned when I told her to put her phone in her bag and grab her stuff off the pick nick bench. And I’m sure it didn’t help that I asked her if she trusted me. But the yes she gave me was all I needed. I dragged her onto the huge baseball field behind first baptist at 10 o’clock at night and I told her to put down her things. And wanna know what happened next? We spun and twirled and skipped and held each other and raced and acted like 5 year olds till we were out of breath. And then we kissed. And it was probably one of the most passionate kisses we’ve ever had. And next? We danced. We turned up our song on her iPhone and we danced. And every time she spun or swung or grabbed me we kissed. Till eventually we were just kissing to our song. I fucking love that girl. More than the air I breath or the horrible screamo I listen to that she hates. I love her O+ blood and her ginger hair. I love her freckles and her color changing eyes. And yes, I even love her cute ears that are perpendicular to her head. I love her hipster side that she tries to hard to suppress but ultimately fails to do considering she totally is a hipster. I love her sense of humor and the way she makes faces and is terrified of snuffles. So yes. I, Trevor Cannon, am in deep, meaningful, passionate, undying love with you Louisa Boswell. You make me so happy I could die. You kill me with your looks. You’re the reason I get up in the morning and the reason I want to be a better person. You’re my best friend and I can tell you anything. You’re my love and we could do anything together (with our little kitten chubby). So if you read this or if anyone reads this, know this. Next time you take a drag of your cigarette or kiss your love or walk home or pass your crush in the hall, think of the little things. Because it’ll help you realize a lot of big ones. I love you baby girl.