Rewind, Play. Rewind, Play. REPEAT.

This weekend was nice.  I'm sorry about the  wedding, but it was really nice to see you afterward.  So nice.  You looked really handsome.  =)  After, we watched snl, and i relaxed on you, as you fell asleep.

Sunday, we woke up, you kicked my butt in tetris (i was humorously TERRIBLE), and we went to my house.  

Now, we get to the good part. 

We started writing a song.  Now, I know it was a makeshift song, but singing with you, composing with you...it went so smoothly, it worked so well.  Your voice is beautiful.  I'm so glad I finally got to hear it.  It's really raw and has a really nice sound.  Writing, I'd think of an idea, and you'd make it work.  bring it all together.

This is what we've got so far:

We're going to the mountains

Going to Climb all the way

Stand atop the big rock

And admire what's around

We'll then paint a picture

Of all the beauty that we see

To hang upon our wall

So the memory always stays

(and these are the ones we haven't fully amended:

we'll cuddle up by the fire

Roast a marshmallow or two

We'll stay warm ad cozy

With good Ol' Blue

When the sky is dark and clear

We'll take out the telescope

And look at the constellations

We'll point them out as we go

We'll look at all the lights

Across the mountaintops

We'll wonder about the other lives

In accordance with our own

(...or something like that))

I'd love to play music with you this summer.  You're already teaching me so much.  I want to get better.  I want to learn everything I can from you.  You're so talented.  ...and so patient.

Easter with my family was nice.  Thanks for coming.  And hiding eggs with me.  And trying all the desserts with me.  Even the key lime pie, and goodness knows you don't like pie.

After, we went to your house to work on your homework.  I'm sorry your piece took you into the wee hours of the morning.  It was nice to be by you while you were doing it though.  I did some music and speech stuff for you.  I wanted to help in whichever way I could.  I'm sorry I sucked on the crab.  It did look really nice to me though.  The whole thing in the end.  I know you said it wasn't done.  But, I don't know.  Maybe it's because I saw you working so long on it.  ...it looked like it was.

Last night, you popped into my bed.  And said the most beautiful things.  You are the sweetest boy I have ever known, or could ever imagine.  I tried to memorize everything you said.  But really, I think most of it was just ingrained upon my heart.  You told me we'd travel the world, you would take care of me, i could have my days free to do as i pleased, I would have a garden, if I wanted to go somewhere, you would make it happen.  All the things you said were so sweet and touching and meaningful frederick.  You will take care of me.  All the words you said reflected this thoughtful, selfless regard.   They penetrated so deeply.  What love.  What sincerity.  What a perfect, beautiful boy, I thought.   I did cry a little bit.  But only really happy tears.  Those were a sacred 10 minutes.  And after the crying, a smile was permanently on my face as you wrapped me in a cocoon, unwrapped me, kissed me, loved me, and i fell asleep.

You mean everything to me Frederick.  

Everything.