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moofinsmoofin:

Make me a promise that next time you’re here, we’re going to take LOADS of pictures. Way too many to count. Maybe too many to fit on one SD card. We’ll have to upload in between sessions. We’ll take some every day. Some in romantic poses, and some with the ugliest of silly faces. Promise me we’ll take so many that when I post a picture spam on tumblr, I’ll get hate mail from putting up too many. Make me get so much hate mail from annoyed people. I want to have that many pictures and more. As many as we can possibly take.

Because now we can see each other again in the summer, in about 3 or 4 weeks. Only a couple hours ago, we only had enough money for me to pick you up at Penn Station. Now we have enough for the whole trip, here and back. I don’t have to wait until October. Past the heat, the swimming weather, the ability to take a walk when the sun is setting. I wouldn’t get to enjoy the summer with you again until an entire year from now, but now I do. And I want to take it for granted. I want to take in as much from it as possible.

So promise me that you’ll let me snap a picture of every possible memory that’s worth saving. In return, I will promise you that my very first thought when looking back on those pictures will be about time. The time that we spent together rather than apart. The time that we didn’t have to spend waiting, and waiting longer, wishing that it would come sooner rather than later.

I would promise that my first thought would be that you’re perfect, or that I’m the luckiest girl in the world for having you, but that’d be a small promise. I already think that all the time.


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