Hilarity in all its Sincerity

i appreciate the things i say that make you laugh. i always have.
sometimes i think they are everything i've got.
pride glowing through my bashfulness, so aware of my lips across my teeth, my smile so big, i fear they may be protruding. you laughing is like my life, in a summary of how i think it should be. and i don't think i'm ever more aware than at those moments.

let's drive past my house, and see what it looks like now.
it looks like it did before except, you aren't in it. (you laugh.)
remember, the tinfoil coiled long and flimsy, the cheap walkie talkies, our tools for communication? well those are gone, but everything else is still the same.

decided has never been a word that i've been able to define without you. i appreciate the moments that i make you laugh because they let me know that you appreciate that i am here, and my existence seems a little bit more worth it.

geeeez just get us something, anything. it's not that difficult, just get us something you would like.
let her pass, reflect on that last thought,wait, (roll down window), not quite something you would like. you laugh.
she comes back with skittles. we look, we laugh.
good choice.

i remember the time your sister followed me home, sometime after jake just first dissappeared. i thought i was going to die that night and all i could think was,

thanks anna, for walking me home. you always brought a knife with you when you walked me up the street, but more than often you didn't walk me home at all.