well.. okay.. i come back home, and i find a bag of cookies next to my window… hmm.. i call my mom and ask her if she left them out yesterday.. she tells me they were on top of my car in the morning and my dad probably moved them to the window… so.. hmm.. uh.. should i eat them?.. i love cookies… i love them a lot… but where are they from?… no note.. just in a banana republic bag… what if they’re poisoned… then again… i used to eat grace’s cookies all the time and they’d make my stomach feel awful…

but i love cookies… what’s a little poison…

ok.. i tried one.. wow.. they’re… yummy.. and i think i have 15 more cookies.. so soft… so sweet. chocolate chip cookie.. mmmm.. i’m going to have another. oooo.. this one is good too… if i die today.. i will be smiling in death… thank you… who ever gave them to me…

i’m gonna have to run again….

love.. how can i say that i love cookies so easily.. i can say… i love grilled cheese with tomato.. i love my jetta… i love chocolate brownie frappuccinos… but.. to tell someone else i love them… whenever i say i love you…. my brain shakes. my body feels like it’s being squeeze.. it feels like i’m losing a part of me… part of my heart or something.. shrug… i guess.. that’s why i don’t say it much.. it leaves me feeling vulnerable.. bonnie once asked me what love was.. hmm.. i asked her… would you take a bullet for him if you could?… she thought about it… and said i don’t know… love is not having to think about it.

it’s not said. it’s not heard. it’s about how every time she enters a room, you forget everyone else is in there. whenever she leaves, you want to go with them. when others look at you looking at her, they can tell it’s different. when she talks, she’s the center. when she smiles, it’s the world. sigh…

do you know i love you….?

cookie? do you know i love you, cookie?

mmmm.. i’m going to have another…

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