I miss nights like this.
Brownies baking by the time you got here..
Where we'd cuddle up close before my parents got home,
Waiting to take them out.
Afterwards we'd sit on the back porch,
Drinking choice liquids,
Talking about your first day of work.
And how all these people you met were so interesting..
And you tell me every little detail, so I feel like I was there.
It feels so real, when you talk.
I love your voice.
I love you.
You look at me, telling a story from band camp.
Before we even knew each other.
Then you turn and say "It's almost been 3 years.
How do you feel about that?"
I don't even know how to respond, so I smile at you.
When my parents finally get home,
We sit and talk with my mom,
Racist jokes flying EVERYWHERE,
Laughing and talking.  Bonding.
It's nice to know my mom likes you.
It's an achievement we've both worked hard for.
I thought that nights like this were over,
You weren't going to come to my house anymore.
Everything was gone.
Everything was dead.
But tonight, you proved me wrong.
I love you, and nothing has really changed.