like i do.

By kaitlyn kelley

they don’t appreciate the stray hairs you leave on the pillowcase they don’t stay awake thinking about the unforgettable way your heart beat when you held their hand for the first time they don’t yearn for a future full of grocery lists and microwave dinners on the couch they don’t want to hear your first memory or the names of your dogs back home they wouldn’t want to wash dried beer and throw up out of your hair when you’re hungover on the shower floor they’ll just never think about these things like i do.