you really wanna hold my hand

we have something real, you know, even if it only comes out when I run my fingers through your hair and you draw secret circles on my thigh. But, even if it only is in the dark, at night, after slingshots and blueberries and water wading and cemetery hikes and scary movies and skipping and millions of hugs, that's all we need for now, right? and I don't want more.
REMODEL!
FISTS UP!

perhaps I should wear my cowboy boots more often