our secret darkened kisses carried on from winter into the spring; i just never wanted to let her go. she meant so much. every morning though, she wasnt there and i would punch my pillow, wanting to roll over and continue the dream. it never happened. 

i wanted to show her to my family; i wanted to explain my glowing face to them. i wanted to fall asleep holding tightly to her and dream of her in my oblivion. 

even in the wildest of dreams, her laugh was quite contagious. sutton would throw back her head at blurring sayings i spoke. i knew i would never be complete without her.

i spoke her name in my sleep, my mother told me one morning. she asked who she was. i told her it was nobody; i didnt want to speak of it and my mother thinking i've gone mad.

because i have gone quite mad; madly in love with sutton, that is.