we've never even had a proper conversation.
or one that either of us initiated.
i dont even know if you like coffee.
i dont even know if you like me.
i do know that we both don't know how to ride a bike.
but how does that figure in all of this?
theres so much i dont know about you.
and yet what i know is enough.
you talk fast when you're excited
you smile when you hear me sing
you want to slay dragons and run like the wind
you mean what you say
you will drive me home even when you dont feel like it
you will drive me home even when youre drunk
you give me the answers to all the questions in my head
you remind me that i have all the answers in me
you make me forget how i might run into ghosts on my way to the bathroom.
you make me smile when i think of you.
knowing that is enough.
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