sitting on chairs with our feet on the tables we laughed and chatted and gazed and smiled. the day we met the hilarity of it all, 2 in our own world not known to man only to us. among our bollocks, the sweetest thing was you. how you offered to carry my heavy bag when you had your own load, how you stood with me on the crowded bus, and when we finally got a seat, how you offered your shoulder so i could grab a few winks how you tickled me with your silly stories how you "cared" by singing me to sleep how you waited with me for the next bus when you were already so tired it's indescribable when it comes to you you are more than the sweetest thing you are you.
