I’m a gigolo for grandmas. Some as old as 90, none younger than 65. I’ve got $2 million in a bank from grandmas leaving me money in their wills.
You live a sheltered life, a life where everyone only loves you unconditionally. You live a life of pleasure and playtime. I wish I could freeze you in time, so that you could always have a whole heart.
Can you think of one person that you want to be? Someone who is perfect? Perhaps someone you know? Can you think of anyone you know really well who has no issues or annoying quirks or acne? I believed in these “perfect people” when I was little, but I also believed in the Easter Bunny.
This brought back some amazing memories, for sure.
We sing “Life Is a Highway” at the top of our lungs as the shore fades behind us.
I went to the treehouse and Jeffrey was reading his comics again, smiling when he greeted me. “Can I come sleep over tonight?”
I wish I could tell her that she will never be cool, but that someday, it won’t matter.
Casually mentioning, “Oh, that’s my brother,” to any guy who tried to get a little too close in your presence immediately told him where he stood. (And I know that secretly made you a little proud.)
He should love only when the time is right.
I knew last summer would be my final year of camp.