If i lay here, If i just lay here, would you lay with me? And just forget the word?

I want to dance to that song at my wedding.
I've been thinking about my future wedding a lot recently. I know exactly what i want. I know i'm a very scary adult stuck in a teenage body. I want to get married at night. On a rooftop, near a beautiful skyline. I want to be the only one wearing white; everybody else will be wearing red. My groom, will be dressed in all black, with a red tie. The Bridesmades will be in red dresses. The Best men, will be in tuxes, with red bow ties. It will be perfect. Is it sad that i even know how many kids i want?

I've been thinking a lot lately. I used to at least pretend, and look at things, now i just space out. It's strange, i know, but i think about everything.

I really wish that the day you asked me why i like art so much would repeat itself. Because after you asked me that, I put a lot of thought into it. More thought than any person ever should. I really wish i could get th chance to tell you the real reason why. Maybe i'll bring it up one day, in art club (if we ever have it again, it's been like a month!) i'll just say "Remember that time you asked me why I like art so much?" But if he doesn't remember i'm gonna feel like an idiot. and this is what i would say: I love art because art has never let me down, art has never done anything there. Art is an amazing thing. It's something that's world wide. Everyone can do it. I know it will always be there, and that gives me comfort, because i know i won't ever be left with nothing. Art will always be there, and i'll always have it.

That's perfect. I wish i could tell you that.
I purposely bump into you in the halls. Sad, isn't it?