i could have kissed you, that day in that yard. we could have rolled with it, just the two of us out in the middle of nowhere. i could have kissed you that day, i could have kissed you that next day. i could have kissed you all the other days before that. i could have kissed you all the days after that. i could of, but i didn't. i should of, but i didn't. your lips looked so delicious to me, always did, always will. i could of told you that i loved you that day in that yard. i could of told that i always would. i could of, but i didn't. i should of, but i didn't. now, i can again. actually, i always could have but i was biting my tongue. i was biting my tongue that day in that yard and i really shouldn't have been. i kick myself all the time when i think about that day, about how i should have just run up to you and jump into your arms, despite everything that you were holding. because i love you. and i could have kissed you that day in that yard for hours. i could have kissed you that day in that car for days. i was so happy, i was so nervous. because my heart beat so fast that day that i was sure that it would have jumped out of my ribcage if i had let it, that it would have busted from my chest if i hadn't been holding my hands so tightly on my dress. i could have kissed you that day in that yard. i could of, but i didn't. i should of. but i didn't. because i was scared that i would never be able to come back to that dusty ground if i did. because i was scared that i would never be able to leave that front car seat if i did. because i was scared that i would never be able to see you go back home alone if i did. i could of kissed you. i should of kissed you. i could kiss you. i should kiss you. and never let go because i love you and my heart is beating hard at the seams to say so.