FutureA Story by Elli🦝
I remember it all. Every time our hands brushed as we walked with friends. You wrapped around me after jumping into my arms, all because a spider scared you. I remember watching you laugh at some stupid joke I made the first night we met. Every time our friends asked if we liked each other, or if we were dating, and you would just giggle.
Now, every time our hands brush when we walk, you grab it. You still jump onto me when you get scared of something. You laugh at every stupid joke I make, and shrug when asked if you like me. I never understand. How should I take it? Do you like me, or is this all fun to you? Every time your hands slide under my shirt, I think about it. Am I just easy for you to get with, or do you actually enjoy being with me? Maybe later on in life, I'll figure it out. We'll talk about it, you'll tell me you do love me. We'll live a great life together because you're the only person I could ever see myself with anymore. We'll live in the same house, doing jobs we both love. We'll have a few cats and a dog. You'll keep your rabbit, I'll keep my posters. We'll love until we have nothing left, and even after, we'd work through it until we had more to give. Or maybe when I figure it out, it won't be so happy. You'll say you never like me. That I was nothing more than a quick lay. You'll say I was easy for you, quick to give it up when you wanted it. We'll move on from each other. You'll find yourself a new boyfriend, maybe get married. I'll focus on my career, maybe meet a girl. But my mind would never leave you. I'll think about the conversation again and again. But I guess I won't know until I ask about it. So, for now, I'll stay with you, give it to you whenever you ask or say you need it. I'll hold you when you're sad, be there when you're happy. I'll watch the TV shows you want me to watch, and I'll walk your dogs when you don't feel like it. I'll keep hoping it really is love. © 2026 Elli🦝Author's Note
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