I pictured us growing old together.
I mean, imagine that; two high school sweethearts with love that failed to perish though set on fire many years back.
I could see it, you know. It was almost like it was a monochromatic flashback set in slow motion; a vivid memory although yet to happen.
It was the most perfect thing I could think of seeing your stupid signature smile everyday, you know, the one that brightens your whole face, and kissing the map of wrinkles that had resided with age that also told countless stories about how far we had come and the journey in which we had taken. We had the most beautiful children: Asiariyanne, Jupiter and little Jaxon that looked at us as if we were superheroes battling the night. Their eyes so innocent, not yet debased by this world of pain. Fractions of our cells that had collided transforming into the most perfect human beings with nothing but the incredible feeling of unconditional love running through their veins.

I used to think the problem was that we met too young. And so it was inexorable that we would not grow together and instead grow apart.
And that was partially true, I guess.
You had your demons and I had fought mine and we never really took the time to find ourselves before we found each other.
Had we met a different time, say 20 years from now, in an obvious place like a bookstore or a coffee shop, then maybe we could have had a chance of real, genuine happiness.

Maybe, someday we will meet again.
Stumble across each other after doing a double-take. And you say
“excuse me miss, have we met before”
And we will soon fall into old habits with the same undying love that was once a small flame.
Maybe then, that “flashback” [more like flash forward] I had of the future, that I could picture so lucidly
could finally set in motion.

—  it’s 01:22Am 26hours and 14minutes since I left you. How long until the pain stops? Why do I feel like I need you? Why can’t we fix what we had? “Maybe in another lifetime” (Y.A)

 “Thought it would be fun to show you guys what 636 looked like when we were remodeling it into the studio that you grew to know. I first found 636 when I was looking at a building next door. I wandered around, unimpressed by the space but then saw this fenced in non-descript building next door and almost immediately felt a connection to it, even though it was a hideous mustard color.”

Houses come and go, but a home is where you make your life. You can sell your houses, but a home is where people love you. Don’t forget that.

love me during my second bowl of frosted cheerios and during spinouts  and through a cold i complain about every four minutes and through the hurt that i don’t speak about because it’s too big to cough up, love me through earthquakes and when i bounce my leg too much, love me through bad haircuts and through power outages, love me while we camp in the mountains and love me in the bleak desert wind, through carnival rides and pointless fights, through summers where our a.c. breaks and in winters where we curl up against each other – love me through the mundane and the exciting and the mind-numbing boring and the brain-freeze bad. love my good parts and all my messy ugly bits. i promise i will never take you for granted and i will never rest until i find some way to pay you back for it.
—  i will love you back twice as hard as that // r.i.d

I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad 

Carry you around when your arthritis is bad 

All I wanna do is grow old with you. 

I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches 

build you a fire if the furnace breaks 

Oh it could be so nice, growin old with you. 

I’ll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. 

Need you, feed you, I’ll even let you hold the remote control. 

So let me do the dishes in the kitchen sink 

Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink. 

Oh I could be the man to grow old with you. 

I wanna grow old with you