I hate that number.
40.
Seems like everywhere I look
Its there.
Because I love you Denton.
And every time I see that number
I remember how the numbers felt on your jersey.
I look away,
Close my eyes and
I can still see you,
Running.
Jumping.
Tackling.
And over all just being an amazing football player.
I remember those nights
When I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world,
Because you called me yours.
I remember that kiss
I can still feel it.
But Denton,
I cant stay on this roller coaster.
Enough with all this in between bullshit.
