Molly...

Ellipse. We kiss. I miss you already. I wish you were still here. I fit perfectly into your arms, and you hold me so sweetly. You don't have to speak, just to hear you baited breath and you humble heart beating brings eternal joy to me. I love you. I think I might. But I'm afraid if I say it, it won't be true, because I don't beleive a fifteen year old knows what love is. But the way you hold my hand, the way you hold me close, the way you rub my hand, make sure I'm okay, tell me before you do anything, the way you follow me, the way you tease me, the way you let me win, the way I can fall asleep in your arms, the way you let me do what I like, the way you do exactly what I like, the way you understand me, the way you don't, the way you promise to be good, and just keep me near. I Love that. Love that. I Love it, my dear.