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18
It was 2 o'clock. I felt pretty confident, but I was ready to do this. I called Mike.
"Hey," I said as he answered.
"Well, hello there, graduate. How does it feel to now be finished?" he said.
"Phenomenal. It's awesome. What are your plans today?" I asked.
"Pretty open. I was hoping you'd call."
"Are you at home?"
"Yes. I think I should be around most of the day."
"Good," I replied. "Open the front door."
Mike opened the front door. I hung up. He saw me standing there and a huge smile crossed his face. His arms reached out and grabbed me, pulling me inside, practically lifting me off my feet. We kissed for a few minutes.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming over?"
"To be honest, I needed to work up my courage," I said.
"What? Courage? What's wrong, babe?"
"Can we sit down?" I said.
"Uh oh," Mike replied, looking worried. "That doesn't sound good."
He asked if I wanted something to drink. I shook my head. I went and sat on the couch. Mike grabbed an iced coffee and joined me.
"What is it?" he asked.
I took a deep breath.
"Two months ago, ..." I began, "You said we had moved too fast. I agree. We had. I was struggling managing my time at school, particularly with basketball going on. You were feeling awkward about sleeping with a college student. More importantly, you were also worried that I had rushed into an immediate relationship with you and that I hadn't had a chance to know if ... this ... us ... is what I truly wanted. You told me if we could hold off until graduation and I still felt the same way to come find you."
Mike looked intense. Worried. Hopeful. Anxious.
"Right," he said softly.
"This is me. Coming to find you. You. If after two months you still feel I am the right fit and that you still want me, then ... I want us to start up again. I love you. I love you so much. My feelings for you have never wavered in these two months. I just missed you day in and day out. If you'll have me, I'm yours."
Mike's eyes welled.
"Stay here," he said.
He walked away to the bedroom. I heard him sniff. He returned a few seconds later with something in his hand. I couldn't make it out.
"Every now and then, at a conference or a workshop, I'm given either writing pads or note pads. I received this little blank book at one. I thought it was cute, it was quite small. I found it last week. With you about to graduate, I knew we would eventually make the call if we wanted to resume everything. I figured I should be able to come up with reasons why we work. I wanted to find 10 reasons why we should be together. Here."
He handed me the tiny book. There couldn't have been more than 20 small pages in it.
1. Trent makes me feel young. He has caused me to shake off feelings that I had fallen into a rut. An old rut.
2. Trent makes me run. I am taking better care of myself.
3. He's new to being gay. I'm eager to help guide him through the harder challenges.
4. I need someone to share my life with, and he seems perfect. I don't wish to be alone. I love sharing everything with Trent.
5. The sex is off the charts. We seem to be on the same page. It's hot.
6. I believe in his talents and want to encourage him and be a source of support. I believe he can really go places.
7. We like the same kind of pizza. What could be more critical?
8. I find him incredibly handsome. He's beautiful both on the outside and the inside. He makes me feel the same.
9. He's taken care of me when I need it. He shows a maturity that bridges our age difference.
10. I love him. I love him. I completely love him. If he loves me too, then we are right for each other.
After reading the pages, I looked back up at Mike. A tear went down his cheek. My eyes watered.
"You just answered number 10," he said.
We both cried for a moment, and then we kissed. We kissed for a long time.
"It's been two months," I said. "We have fixated on our age difference. I worried you would realize I was too young for you. You are really sure I can be the partner you need?"
"I know you are. Every week — every day — you weren't in my arms, I felt as if something was missing."
Mike paused. He led me to the couch.
"Trent, I ... I know we want to let go of the age difference. With you out of college, I feel you are completely an adult on your own. But I know — and this is the only time I will mention this — you just came out three months ago. I have been amazed with your strength and your growth in your journey, but are YOU sure I'm the one? Can you be sure you won't want someone closer to your age? I mean, I'm the only one you've been with."
Fuck.
Here it was. My time to be honest. My time to come clean.
"Mike, that's not exactly true."
"Oh? Oh."
"I don't want to hide this from you. When we put us on pause, I know you felt it important for me to be sure. I knew I was in love with you at that time, at that moment. But ... I had sex with someone else since then. I ... I'm sorry. I was ..."
Mike stood up and walked to the window. I stopped talking. He stared out the glass. "Okay. I understand."
"You do?"
"Trent, you are a beautiful man. It shouldn't come as a surprise. Many men will want you."
"I ... I wasn't really looking for ..."
"You don't have to explain. I understand. I'll be honest, it pains me — kills me — to think of you in the arms of another man, but ... it is understandable," he said, still looking out the window. "It was all so new to you. It's natural for you to want other experiences."
My composure was starting to fail. I had ruined everything. My evening with Lance was going to destroy it all. But I wanted anything Mike and I might have to be based on honesty. I fucked it up.
"I need to come clean."
"You don't have to tell me anything further."
"I do," I said. "It was Lance. We ..."
Mike turned. "Oh!" His expression lightened. "I was there, remember?" His face grimaced. "Ugh. What a mistake."
"No, Mike. It was a few weeks ago. Lance and I have become extremely close friends."
"I know. I see that. I'm half jealous, half envious."
"As we got closer, the sexual tension was really building, particularly for him. One night, I just needed it out of my system. I needed to be sure. You kept saying I didn't have any experience with people my age and ... and ... I just got it off my plate."
"I see." Mike looked downtrodden again.
"It was really ... really hot sex."
His body language slumped. "Oh."
"But when we were done, I had the biggest smile. It wasn't because of the hot sex, but the fact that after the hot sex, I knew I loved you. Only you. I didn't feel the desire to ever be with anyone other than you. Even with the great sex, I didn't want to do it with Lance — or anyone — again."
He put his hand on my leg.
"I know that doesn't make any sense," I continued. "When I say it out loud, it sounds ridiculous, but ..."
My eyes welled. I worried I had thrown it all away. After all this time, I ruined it. How could Mike understand? How did screwing someone else prove my love. It sounded idiiotic.
"Trent, I understand."
"Huh? You do?"
"I do. It's hard, but I ... I was asking a lot from you."
"No, you weren't. You were looking out for me. You let me finish my classes."
"When I gave you space, I knew it was a possibility, as hard as the thoughts of you exploring were to take. I ... I'm okay."
"Really? You can forgive me?"
"Yes. I can forgive this. The fact that it is Lance makes it easier."
"Why?"
"Well, I saw you fuck him that first time, remember?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"Your friendship is so strong. And lord knows ... that dick. How could you not want it." He chuckled to himself. But more than that ... he means something to you. You care about him. You worry about him."
"I do," I said nodding. "But I love YOU, Mike. I'm in love with you."
"And I feel that. I don't doubt that. Had it been some random hookup, I think that would have been harder."
"When it was over, I told Lance we could never do it again. I just ... wanted to be sure. God, that sounds lame. I just needed to sort out my feelings. They were just ... building. I needed to know."
"And you are sure?" he said. "I don't want to start this if you aren't."
"I am. I totally am. I love you, Mike. More than anything, I love you. Only you. Completely you. YOU."
He pulled me into his body. "Then it's you and me, babe. I feel the same. Let's make each other happy."
I melted into his chest. I breathed. My arms wrapped around him. I wanted to hold him forever. We sat quietly for a few minutes.
"He didn't fuck you, did he?"
"Oh no. Only you get to do that. Plus, with that dick ... ow! Not happening."
"It's much more than what I have," he said sheepishly.
"Oh, please. His is ... what? Maybe fun to play with. Your cock is perfect for sucking and fucking."
"It's nothing like that though."
"It's a part of the man I love. It's exactly what I want. Your penis is beautiful." I smiled. "As are you."
We went back to holding each other. I leaned into his body. He wrapped his arms around me.
"I have something for you in the car," I said, leaning up.
I went out to get the present. When I came back in, Mike looked bewildered.
"You just graduated. Why are you bringing me a gift?"
I opened the bag. I pulled out all of Mike's boxer shorts I had accumulated wearing each time I left his place. He laughed.
"You know I missed these while you had them," he said sarcastically.
"Here," I said handing him a small package.
He opened it. Upon revealing the content, he laughed out loud. It was a package of new boxers.
"The better part is I bought a package for myself," I said. "You may think it is lame — or nauseating — but I love that we will have matching boxers."
Mike moved in to kiss me.
"It's adorable. And romantic. And very you — clever, cute and sexy."
We stretched out on the couch. Wrapping ourselves in each other's arms, we kissed for some time.
"I love you so much, Trent," he said to me.
"I love you too. I am so happy we can be together again."
He pulled my T-shirt over my head. His hands gripped and felt my chest. I liked it. I unbuttoned his shirt. My hands felt the hairy chest I had so missed these past two months. We each hummed a little as our hands roamed over our bodies as we kissed.
Mike's hand moved to my crotch. He felt my dick was hard through the fabric of my shorts.
"Oh yeah. I missed that," he breathed into my ear. "Let's go to the bedroom."
We headed that direction. Before I could even start to take anything off, Mike sat at the end of the bed and pulled me to him. His hands slid into the waistband of my shorts. His face pressed into my crotch, nuzzling my erection lurking within. His fingers fumbled for the button and zipper. Grabbing both shorts and briefs, he pulled them down, releasing my cock to spring out into the open.
"Oh yeah," he said in a breathy rasp.
His mouth engulfed me. As he consumed every inch of my flesh, I stepped out of my clothes. His hands clutched my ass cheeks and he pulled me closer as my cock fucked his throat. I groaned as I received his oral service. Inside his mouth, I felt my penis grow to its maximum volume. Mike's blow jobs were pretty amazing, and I hadn't come in over a week. The sensations were welcome, desperately so. He continued to suck my cock. I tilted my head back and accepted all of his lust.
"My cock has missed you, Mike."
"And I missed it," he returned.
He quickly disrobed. Naked, both of us pulled back the covers. We crawled into the bed and kissed again, groping and feeling all sides of each other. Our pleading moans conveyed how much we had longed to reunite. I felt his ass in my hands and couldn't decide if that was more pleasurable than feeling his chest. Both dramatically aroused my senses. But I needed his erection. I grabbed his hard-on, and he groaned in approval. My upper body dove for his groin, taking the length of his organ into my waiting mouth. Mike called out.
"Oh yeah. Trent! Babe! Oh yes."
I sucked his meaty cock, teasing every inch playfully with my tongue. He grabbed my legs and pulled my lower body toward his face. He lowered his head and returned to providing me with the blow job he had started. We hummed in pleasure as we sucked each other's anatomy. We loved on each of our erections for several minutes. Slurping sounded messy as we sucked harder. We groaned loudly. Both of us wanted this, and I theorized either of us could come quickly. Mike had my cock feeling so hard, so enflamed, ... so incredible. In this 69 position, we continued to lick and suck and taste. I squeezed his ass cheek, slightly shoving his pole deeper in my throat. I almost gagged but managed to take every inch.
Mike pulled away. He propped a pillow against the headboard and laid on his back.
"Come up here," he directed.
I straddled his chest and moved my crotch to his face. He lifted my cock to first lick my balls. His tongue toyed with them before he took them inside his mouth. The wet warmth lubricated my balls as his tongue roamed around the sac in which they hung. He then pushed my crotch back so that he could place my dick back into his throat. I began thrusting my hips. He moaned. I moaned. It was heaven. My hands wrapped around his head, and I ran my fingers through his hair. I sensed he liked that.
Mike's right hand reached down to grab his own organ, and he began to masturbate while he sucked me. He jerked his cock forcefully. I pushed harder into him. Mike took it. I was deep into his mouth. My dick slid in and out with slippery ease. I could feel it throbbing. I was building toward climax. My breathing was heavy, and I gasped for breath.
"Oh, hon', I needed you bad. You are so awesome with my cock. I love how you suck it. Keep sucking me," I cooed.
Jerking his manhood vibrated the two of us like a motor. He moaned. I just called out vowel sounds. When I pushed my dick all the way in, I could slightly feel the warm breath escape his nostrils and filter through the hair at the base of my shaft.
"Mike, this feels so good. Oh man, I'm so close."
He pounded harder. He was trying to match me. I announced the feelings pulsating through my crotch.
"I'm close, hon'. I'm about to come, Mike," I called out.
His body was a jackhammer.
"I'm coming!"
My orgasm was unloading. He growled as the fire of my cum hit his throat. I then felt liquid on my ass and realized Mike was coming with me. We both groaned together. The climax was intense for both of us. My cum had to be filling his throat, but he continued to consume me. I couldn't see him ejaculating all over his chest, but I knew it was layered in cum. Our orgasms continued to be loud for a long moment. Eventually, our cocks were still. They had finished. We panted and gasped for air following our dual climax. It took a moment for our breathing to return to normal.
After I regained my composure, I pulled my dick from his mouth.
"Oh my God," he said, gasping for oxygen.
I crawled lower so that I could lick some of the cum from his chest. Then I moved up to his face. Our tongues shared it and we kissed for a while.
We held each other with our faces merged.
"I missed you so much," he whispered. "I love you, Trent."
We laid side-by-side. Just as I had with Lance a couple weeks ago, we laid there first holding hands, then we playfully fondled each other's dicks. We breathed in silence.
"Oh babe. We can do this whenever we feel like it," he said to me.
"I know," I responded as I let go of his beautiful organ to run two of my fingers through the cum on his chest. It smeared into the hair on his torso, matting all things masculine together.
I got out of bed to get a warm washcloth. I returned a minute later and cleaned the cum from Mike's chest. When I was done, I tossed the washcloth to the bathroom floor. I stood at the side of the bed and looked at this man laying naked before me. This amazing man. My man. How did I get so lucky to find him and he wanted me? My heart was pounding, no longer from the sex but from an outpouring of happiness. We were truly "us" again.
"What are you looking at?" he asked as I stared down at him.
"The most beautiful man I could ever hope to fall in love with."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him. His arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tightly. As we kissed, our cocks were pressed against each other again. They felt like welcome friends. We continued to kiss; today felt like we hadn't seen each other in years, or like it was our first night together. In a way, it was like the first time. The first time we knew we could be together ... forever if we wanted.
I slid to his side, but our arms were still entangled. I placed my head on his shoulder. We laid still. Ten minutes later, we were both asleep.
A barking dog woke both of us from the nap more than an hour later. Our arms found each other again. So did our eyes. Then our lips.
"How wonderful to wake up and find you next to me," he said.
Neither of us had any desire to get out of bed. Holding each other was the day's greatest gift.
After a few minutes of peaceful calm, I broke the silence.
"My mother knows it's you," I said.
He jolted.
"You told her?"
"Actually, she figured it out on her own."
"What? How??"
"The shirt you wore to the graduation was the same one you loaned to me for the play. She started putting pieces together. She asked me last night. I confirmed it."
"Aaaaaand? How does she feel about ... us? Us being a couple?"
"She had lots of questions. We talked for quite a while. I think we'll need to give her some time. I mean, she loves YOU. But I think she feels you're too old for me."
"That's not a surprise. It shouldn't be. In time, hopefully she will see that we are a perfect fit for each other."
Mike kissed me again like there was no tomorrow. We didn't let up. We kissed for several minutes.
"Wait. Does your dad know?" he said pulling back.
"No. I haven't told him. He did see you at one of my games. I guess he had told Mom. That was one of the clues when she started thinking about all the things connecting us."
Mike let out a big sigh. "Oh, babe. I so want this to go smoothly for us. We knew we'd have to face this hurdle at some point. Do you want me to talk to your mother?"
"At this point, I don't think so. But maybe eventually. I will let her know you're willing to talk."
"Does she know you are here — with me — right now?"
"If she has half a brain, she does. I just said I was going out and would text if I wasn't going to be home for dinner. I suppose I should text. Should I attach a photo of the two of us lying naked together?"
"Yeah, see how that flies," Mike flatly answered. "Let's not."
"I guess I'll let her know that I'll come home for dinner. Is that okay?"
"Of course, babe. We have our whole lives in front of us."
I texted Mom and then got dressed. Then I walked to Mike's dresser and saw the little book sitting in a bowl.
"Do you mind if ... if I keep this?"
He came up and held me from behind. Still naked.
"Is it okay if I say `no'? See this bowl? It holds things that are special to me. If I ever feel like the world is getting overwhelming, I come back to this bowl, and these are things that remind me that I have what I need in life to be happy. If things seem too crazy, I know I'll be just fine. And ... you make me feel calm."
He kissed the back of my neck.
"So, that's why I want to keep ... you ... in there. You keep me happy. The world is crazy enough. You help ground me."
I turned to kiss him. It was hard to keep my hands from roaming all over his naked body again. I let one hand slide down his hairy chest to feel his dick one last time before I left. It wasn't big, but I didn't care. It was now mine, attached to the man I loved. I leaned over and gave it a quick peck.
"I should go."
"Before you do, I do have something in the bowl for you," Mike said, reaching in.
He handed me a key.
"I'm not sure what your plans are for the next few months, but I want you to have a key. We'll take things gradually, but I want you to feel welcome here. It will be your second home."
"I don't know what to say," I said, looking at the key.
"You already said it. It's Number 10."
Mike put on his boxers and a T-shirt. Then he followed me to the door. We held each other for a long moment, then I gave a final kiss.
Driving back home, I felt warm. I was in a good place. I felt like Mike and I were in a good place. Now just to get the parents on board.
Back home, I could smell dinner cooking when I opened the door. I walked into the kitchen and hugged Mom from behind.
"Smells good," I said.
"I'm glad you're home. Your father should be here in about 30 minutes. Would you set the table dear?"
I agreed and reached into the cabinets for the dishes. A few minutes later I returned to the kitchen.
"So. Did you spend the afternoon with Professor Terry?" Mom asked.
"Yes. I spent the afternoon with Mike. Please call him Mike."
"And what did the two of you do?"
"Stuff. Talk."
"I see. Do the two of you ..." Mom said, not knowing how to finish.
"If you are asking personal stuff, let's just let my private life be private. But we are two adults."
"I suppose. But you'll always be my boy."
"I'm an adult now."
I got up from the kitchen table and went into the living room. I sat at the piano. I thought music would help calm the waters. I played one of Mom's favorite songs. After a few, I dabbled with the melody I was writing. I liked a part of it, but I tweaked and modified another part. I liked how it was sounding. I felt better for having played for a little while. Dad walked in so I finished playing.
We both complimented Mom on dinner. It was delicious. Small talk comprised dinner conversation — the lawn, Matt and Ali's wedding, a unique graduation gift. I helped clear the table and loaded the dishwasher. Dad pointed out that there was still leftover graduation cake. I said I would have mine later, after I went for a run.
The evenings were getting longer now. I fit in a good hour-long run. My thoughts were all over the place. A little bit on where I would stay. A little Mom and Mike. Cake. Dad. Music. I liked running. It tended to work off some tension. And cake.
When I got home, I went straight to the bedroom to grab some night clothes and headed directly to the shower. The warm water felt good as it washed away all the sweat. As I lathered soap on my crotch, I grabbed by dick with a good grip. I remembered sex with Mike that afternoon. I was soon hard. I let my hands slide up and down my erection. It was slick with suds. I had just come a few hours earlier, so I didn't need to finish the job, but playing with my hard-on felt good for a little bit.
Dried and dressed in pajamas and a T-shirt, I walked back to the kitchen. I served myself some cake. I made sure to add some ice cream. Mom and Dad entered, and I offered to fix some for them.
"Thanks, but we enjoyed some while you ran," Dad said.
I ate it standing near the counter. The three of us made dinner plans for tomorrow. After Mom and I have awkward talks, I always have anxiety that she has gone back and told Dad. I put my dish in the dishwasher.
"Good boy," Mom said.
We walked into the living room. They both picked up something to read. Since the television wasn't on, I sat back at the piano. It felt nice to have the ability to play again when I wanted. I played Dad's favorite song, "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera. Then I played some of the melody I had written. I felt Dad place his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm sorry. I was disturbing you," I said. "You were trying to read. That wasn't very considerate of me."
"On the contrary. I enjoyed it very much."
My father isn't one to show an abundance of affection, so the gesture was welcome.
"Dad, can I ask you some questions?" I said, taking my fingers off the keys.
"Well, sure, son. What's on your mind?" he said, sitting down next to me.
"Money. I plan to start the job search very soon, but I hope to find something in Jackson Bend. It's a bit of a drive from Toomerville, but does it make sense for me to stay here in the meantime? Not only is it far away, but it seems odd for an adult to live with their parents. I have evaluated the pros and cons to both, but I'm not a lot closer to finding an answer."
"Well, first, your mother and I are enjoying having you back home for a while, so don't ever feel like we are pushing you out. At the same time, I understand wanting to be out on your own. I remember that. Perhaps you should ask yourself if you don't find something right away for your career, are you willing to take something part-time that pays a lower wage to pay the bills?"
"I'm not sure. It would be nice if something in my field would open up."
"Like that sudden CEO position?" Dad said.
"No!" I retorted, slapping Dad on the arm. "I'm afraid if I settle into a department store or restaurant, I'll fall into a rut there."
"Trent, you have always been one to be hard working, and you try very hard to succeed. We're very proud of you. We always have been."
My father got up and kissed me on the top of my head.
"Love you, son."
"Thanks. Love you too, Dad."
May 17
I thought finishing school and going through graduation would be the best feeling. But connecting with Mike, knowing we are starting up again — that feels better than anything. We made it. No matter what was thrown at us, we made it. I love him. When he gave me the key, my heart soared.
But now what? Staying here seems too far away for the two of us to have a relationship. At the same time, how smart is it to pay for a place there when I don't have a job yet? I have some graduation money, but is that a stupid way to spend it?
Mike said we should take things gradually. I agree. We're still too new in this thing for me to expect to move in. The key was a nice gesture, but I don't want to misinterpret. This is hard.
It was too early to turn in. I called Lance.
"Hey, buddy," how was your day? What did you do?" I asked.
"Hi, Trent. Well, to be honest, I sat in the apartment all by myself thinking how lonely it feels."
"Ohhh, don't feel that way. Isn't there something nice about having the place to yourself?"
"Maybe. For a little while. But after you jack off, that's not as exciting."
"There's the Lance I know."
"I thought about you the whole time I was doing it, of course."
"There's the Lance I know."
"Sorry buddy, you set the bar too high," he said, but I could tell he was smiling, and it was said half-jokingly.
I could also tell by certain words and inflections he had had a few drinks. He didn't sound drunk, but I knew there were beer cans on the coffee table.
"So, how many drinks have you had?" I asked.
"You will be happy to know I haven't had a single beer all day."
"Really? Well! That does make me happy."
"I've had Jack and Coke this afternoon."
"Swell. You make me worry about you."
"Oh quit! I'm good."
"Said the lonely man sitting in an apartment alone drinking liquor," I said half-humorously, but also partly serious.
"I'm glad you worry about me."
"All the time. I care."
I then got him up to date on Mom and the whole Mike situation.
"Man. That's weird. Dude, what if she doesn't come around?"
"She has to eventually. Mike's awesome. She loves him. She just has to get used to us being together."
"Yeah. Keep me posted."
"I guess I should call Mike before I turn in. I'll call you later in the week."
He agreed.
"Love you," we both said at the same time. "Jinx."
I dialed Mike.
"Hey sweetie, I'm glad you called," he answered.
"You are? Oh good. Having just seen me a few hours ago, I was hoping I wouldn't come off too clingy."
We both chuckled.
"I'm kind of new at this, you know," I said.
"To be honest, we both are. We now get to find our way with each other. Each of us has to figure out what the other likes and needs. I'm always here for you."
"Right. I want us to go at the right pace. I'm just not always sure what that is."
"Well, while you stay at your folks' place, we're a bit farther apart. Still, I hope you can spend the night at least once a week."
"I'll make sure I do."
"And your parents ...?" he left hanging.
"I'll cross that bridge. Mom will learn to accept it. I can just tell Dad I'm staying with a friend."
"It is a crazy world. But we have each other," he said.
"Want to do dinner this week?"
"Tuesday night would probably work best. Can I fix? Or did you have your heart on eating out? Either way."
"I have a couple gift cards to use, but they also keep. To be honest, I'd love to be at your place."
"Sounds good. How about we just make a point to say goodnight to each other each night if you aren't staying here."
"I like that! I love you, Mike. Good night," I said.
"Good night babe. Thanks for this afternoon. Love you too."
Those calls ended the night on a good note. I thought after graduation, things would calm down, but now I worry about different things. Where to live. Parents. Money. A job. At times it felt so scary. Thankfully, I now knew Mike was my lighthouse, my calm port in the storm. I felt I would make it if he were with me.
I still didn't seem ready for bed. I pulled the journal out and toyed with working on some lyrics for the song that had been brewing in my head.
In the vast expanse that is my
mind
My thoughts are everywhere but nowhere; I'm lost
Things seem dark
Answers I cannot find
When my mind is swimming, I need solace no matter the cost
But I found you.
Your days seemed fine but were
too commonplace
You cut yourself off to the point you were lost
You weren't aware
It was on your face
Your heart and your hope and your direction were gone, all but tossed
But I found you.
Together we fit
We've found a way
You are the one
It's clear to say
This world would seem way too crazy
If it weren't for the two of us.
Discovering the keys that make
us both the same
Two people flawed finding what it is all about
You aren't alone
Just say my name
No matter the uphill climb, we can make everything work out
Cause I found you.
Together we fit
We've found a way
You are the one
It's clear to say
This life would seem way too crazy
If it weren't for the two of us.
The world would seem so, so
crazy
If it weren't for the two of us.
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