if you knew how i've wanted someone to come along and change my life the way you've done.

        Yesterday, the boy I like walked into my room and found me stuffed under my covers with Gino asleep on my head.
He poked me.
"Is something wrong?"
I groaned and in a whiney, muffled voice replied, "I'm pooped."
The mattress made that creaky noise as he sat down. Gino promptly stretched over to be scratched.
"Why are you pooped, love?" Asked the boy I like.
"Do you want a list? Really? Okay.
- I can't handle _____. She drives me nuts. WHY does she speak so slowly? Why does she make everyday more miserable and hard and tiring. I'm going to lose it.
- I can't find Jenna's christmas present. I have spent 4 hours total looking. Everytime I know what I want I can't find it.
- I am extremely tired.
- I got the wrong suddenly salads because you distracted me with your dimples and charm and now I have to go exchange them, and we all know how that goes.
- My car needs gas and it's cold outside.
- I am behind on my christmas movie watching.
- I don't want to take my finals.
- I miss AJ. Always.
.. and those are the unbearable things." I winced, knowing that he was about to fix everything because that's what he does so well.
He rubbed my back thoughtfully and after a few moments filled with quiet words and sparks, I came to this conslusion:

The world is good. Simple things such as the movement of our bodies, the feeling of the sun on our face- these things are what matter. I am so lucky that I get to open my eyes every day and see these mountains, this wide sky, the shaking trees. I breathe the crisp air and the skin of my loved ones and that is steady and consistent. We have the ability to bring life onto this planet from somewhere else. We have the ability and the capacity and the courage to love other people. Humans can travel from one place to another and look into the eyes of the people there and hear their story and remember it. We have the ability to remember. We have the ability to choose. To choose love, bravery, promises. To choose joy every single moment. To choose to be nice, because you don't know their story and all anybody ever really needs is love. We were given this blip of time on this rotating rock in the vast universe-- given these moments to live and breathe and touch. And when we go, we will remember it all.
What will you remember?