I woke early this morning to the subtle sound of light footsteps. In a foggy stupor, I raise to my feet to see that you stand before me. For a second I question myself if I am only dreaming, then reality sinks it's teeth into my jugular and makes me see that you are real. You sleep next to me every night. I wake up every morning and travel the Alabama foothills; curved and winding roads, I trail these mountain passes, and sometimes you skip your afternoon classes, and we learn more about each other than we ever knew.
Is this true love? Can a young man of my age truly know what it is to feel this?
After school I clock in as a server at Ruby Tuesday, which by the way I am not so bad at. We get by just fine here on minimum wage, this 99 percent, this...whatever you want to call it. All I worry about is what is the day going to bring. Homework, love, waiting tables, doctor visits and thinking and worrying about the future.
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