When in doubt eat a cupcake.

I laugh, echoing your laughter. The inside jokes, and nights spent laughing. Writing. Secrets whispered into the thick summer air. Trust built, things unspoken gushing out in one last effort to be heard. And joy. The little moments are the ones that stick, like honey to bread in the humid morning of a southern day. The happiness. The here. The now. It no longer matters what lies ahead, only the knowledge that i am not alone in it. And with this, anything can happen.