"I have this boy that would rather get rid of his phone
then know that i get insecure if other girls text
We are not perfect, but we compliment each other
I get it, we are young but i think young love can be the purest
we aren’t completely tainted yet.
Each time I get vulnerable and tell him i love him he kisses me
not to shut me up but to “show rather then say he loves me”
I get it though words are jaded, used to much!
He makes me laugh the loudest and cry the hardest
I hope we will forever stay eighteen
it’s bitter sweet because i know we will both grow
i just hope it’s together, and not apart."
