I don’t picture a future without you anymore and I know that’s terrifying to say, I know that thought scares you- the thought of the future- but I never even imagined a future before I knew you. I didn’t picture my 18th year, 19th year, my 20th year, any year that came after 17 I couldn’t quite see inside my head. Then you came along and I can vividly picture me alive with you laying next to me in a nice big bed on a Saturday morning, your legs taking up too much space the way they always do and my arms thrown across your torso. I see you by my side during every step I am bound to take. I’m so scared, what if I’m wrong?