i love you guys. i want to hold hands. i want to cry my eyes out on the elevator back from the theater. i never want to leave you. i want to go to the aquarium and stand under the thousand pound tanks held by thick glass. i want to give you everything i own and watch you unwrap it all on the floor of lauren’s living room. i want to sit in a big armchair with you, pressed up against the sides since our hips got wide. i don’t wanna be older without you.