people cannot steal our time from each other.
the ones where it’s just you and me, the ones where the rest of the world does not exist, not for us.
i love the days where we just lie on our backs in the meadow by your house, the peaceful summer days when everyone else is at work or school, the days where we see comic strips in the clouds and you trace the patterns of my freckles with your finger tip. the days when the cool breeze and the singing of birds are the only things to remind us where we are, to keep us grounded, even where we’re floating in our 