And I screamed for whatever it’s worth
“I love you,” ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?
I wanna carry a film camera, airpods, my sketching book, and a box of strawberries in my favorite tote bag and meet you in our spot on that beach and sketch you as your dip my strawberries in chocolate and feed me// I want to rent a bike and race you to the nearest coffee shop and sit with you as you sip on your iced vanilla latte// I want to visit an ice cream shop and try out every flavor and then complain to you about brain freeze// I want to visit every thrift store in the vicinity and make you try on ridiculously hot outfits// I want to make you a fire and spend the night talking about the future we are going to have// I want a cruel summer with you.
