He wants to take me on a date and take me to senior prom.
He loves my curly hair.
He likes my comfortable jeans.
He wants to know about my hats.
I know what he wants his career to be and support it, just as he does to me.
He likes my legal name, whereas I despise it.
He apreciates my natural hair while I can't stand it.
We can talk about Harry Potter, have debates on the subject, and not feel like total geeks.
He likes drama and theatre just as much as I do.
But, he is turning eighteen in December.
Three years apart from me.
He will go to college before me.
He'll meet another girl there...
"I'm taking you to prom with me."
"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of senior friends, why not take them?"
"Because I might like my sophmore friend better."
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