I want to go back to this. I want to go back to my family of 30 girls in black dresses and pearls. I want to go back to helping Stassi quick change in Gypsy. I want to go back to driving to Brother Martin at 7 at night to rehearse a song over and over and over and over and over. I want to go back to being a Tenor in Pippin. I want to go back to throwing a snowball at my sister in June. I want to go back to the boat launch with my twinmate. I want to go back to putting on red lipstick and purple wings. I want to go back to that apron and that duster and that office. I want to go back to taking shots in the kitchen. I want to go back through that sprinkler the morning after. I want to go back to stalking Mike behind the piano. I want to go back to intentions before rehearsal. I want to go back to being happy. I want to go back to that time you called and I didn't have to. I want to go back to that time I held your hair back. I want to go back to that time I cried at that table before he left. I want to go back to State Week. I want to go back to stepping in blue icing. I want to go back to the Fairy Dwarfmother. I want to go back to then.
I know what I like and I know what I don't like. I'm very real. I'm a good friend, a good person, with questionable morals. But then again, I didn't really ask your opinion, you silly thing...I smiled when I typed that. I love to smile and laugh. It's ridiculous.
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