booty shorts that say “i love you. i’ve loved you since the first time you picked up your ukelele and you wrote a song about clouds, a silly little song about clouds, i love you. and that night in your room when you told me you loved me i meant to say it, i meant to say it, and i’ve kicked myself everyday since then because i didn’t say it but i do, i love you. i’ve loved you since seventh grade when i made you ride in the front row of demon’s destiny at six flags, and you told me you sometimes get a little seasick on rollercoasters and i said: cmon, live a little. i remember. and then i puked all over your shoes, and you didn’t even make me feel bad about it, no, you just said, um—no worries, i’ve wanted to get rid of these shoes for a while. yeah, because you outgrew them. and the thing is, i never outgrew you. and i don’t really know what happens tomorrow, or in two minutes when we walk out that door. all i know is, i want this feeling to keep going. because this whole experience, i’m just—i’m not ready for it to be over. for us to be, i mean. and if that means doing another musical? fine. i get to pick the musical. fine, that’s fine, it’s all fine. i just—i don’t want this to be just a showmance, really. i want it to be the real thing. i mean—i think it is the real thing, i just—i want a chance to prove it. i do. i mean, look—ricky, um, you know in musicals when people burst into song when they’ve run out of things to say? yeah. sometimes it’s easier to just kiss. yeah. yeah. yeah.” on the ass
