Friendship Is All I Need

Sun, 05/15/2016 - 20:50 -- hhar12

To My Psychic Other Half:



in a gym full of Mormons,

Belting out the lyrics to Fancy at midnight,

Driving- wind racing past our faces

The music never stops, talking

Never stops

Crazy ideas about inventions to make

the World a slightly better place

Setting up sleeping bags

On the roof.

Dreaming of

what tomorrow 

will bring- a zombie apocalypse?!

Sun-tanned skin leads to a

Bet, now a challenge, and

a List filled with memories about to 



As our two worlds collide,

The universe is now 



-A Person Who You Find Intellectually Stimulating

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