You Make Me Feel

You make me feel like smiling isn't so hard to do anymore. Like laughing is effortless, and you remind me that when I laugh too hard, I get headaches (but those are the best kind of headaches, and you'll sneak me some Tylenol if I need it.)

And even though I get hyper when I'm tired, that's okay because you do, too, and you'll just laugh with me. 

These things are how you make me feel.

You make me feel important. Like there's nobody you'd rather be with, like we aren't at work, like we're hanging out and we're best friends and you love spending your free time with me. 

But then you also break my heart when you tell me you're going on a date, and you're so excited. (You make me feel a little bit better when you tell me that she's the one who asked you out, not the other way around).

You make me feel young and funny and great, but also sad, because in only a few months, you'll be gone, in Tonga or wherever Jesus tells you to go. And when you're gone, who's going to help me with my math homework and tease me and make me excited to go to work?

And when will you take a hint that when we're talking about how we both love horror movies, that I want to watch them with you? 

These things are how you make me feel. 

And my friends tease me about you, say we're destined to end up together (or at least to go on a few dates and see what that leads to), and everybody else can see it, so why can't you? 

When I get the work schedule every month, do you know that I get excited when I see we're scheduled together?

On the days that we're working together, do you know that I spend extra time getting ready, even if you don't notice?

You make me feel like maybe, being a teenager isn't so bad after all. 

But then again, maybe it is. Because when we fall, we fall hard and I have no idea how I'm going to handle it when you leave. 

These things are how you make me feel.