here's to the ones who got away.

There's you who tells your friends about how it's love, and how you couldn't be happier, and maybe about how he visits you in college, and how the army hasn't changed him, and it might be march, through at least october, and it might be top friends, and complete opposites. .

but you don't know anything about what loving him would look like...
It's kissing in public, and grocery shopping, and falling asleep in each others arms, it's walking for hours to see each other, and hitch hiking, and sneaking out, and sneaking back in, it's to first drinks, and love potion, and late nights and early mornings, it's 10 foot poles, its to kevin, and reno 911, and blue jackets, and changing, and august, it's all the tears you spent, and all the hours you miss them, it's the locked texts, and being the happiest, and meeting in back of the rubicon, it's graveyards, and mcdonalds runs, it's milkshakes, and awkard august car rides, and trying to look your best, it's your skinny jeans, and stephan, and pit parties, and jessi, and real estate, it's the nutrition section, and watching you fall in love, and you with no shirt on, and me just the same, and it's leaving, and it's to promises that don't break, and even the ones that do, it's skittles, and sitting in the back of classrooms, its losing your reputation to a few bad nights, and gaining it on a few good ones, it's to being nervous, and first dates, and first likes, and first loves, it's to waiting, and small amounts of time, and kittens, and a few spent dollars, and a few burned calories, and a few cute lines, and stupid movies, it's apocolypto, alpha dog, and stealing cellphones, and sharing secrets, and biting nails, and sleeping on the floor, and green sweats that she has now, and to first kisses, and walking home, and faking bus rides, its friendship rootbeer, and no second chances, its to waking me up, its to laying on the coach next to you without waking you up and leaving all too early, it's to reading texts and getting heartbroken, its to still caring, and comment reading, and brenton, it's to pictures, and sleeping, and handholding, lip freckles, and black floor chairs, and bwolf, it's to breaking phones, and hollywoodesque, its to not telling everyone, its to baileys gadges, your jacket, its to robyn, and holding your beers, its to crying by the lake, its to really caring, its to my birthday, and my best friend, its to tisha, its to walking in the morning, and rolling, its to fiji water, and career choices, its to the middle table, and coffee runs, it's to wasted time, and being shy, and ruining it, its to living room sits, and car rides with my brother, its to factory girl and falling asleep, its to passing each other in the hall, and hiding out after school, its to red apple, and arcadia, and bretts house, its to briggs, its to not knowing how you act around her, and kissing with chew in, its to remembering your voice and forgetting your problems, its to blogging about you, crying about you, remembering the lines, forgetting the bad, falling in love with you, you falling in love with her, and it's to me not forgetting how you made me feel. its to the tears, secrets, worries, other girls, other guys, many months, it's to january and still being in love with every part of it. especially the beginning.