starfish and i would talk endlessly about the future, about now, about who we would be, and what we should do. she made me feel like i was eating rainbows, trapped by my own volition in a creepy little lovesong, madly in awe of the angel i made her out to be


(i'm only writing this to embarrass teresa later)
i remember when we first started to discover our own bodies, i asked her, "do you ever think about me?" and she said something like, "i imagined an angel coming down and taking me away and having his way with me"

and i laughed and i laughed and i laughed. and i loved her for telling me such a crazy truth