Kept in my purse is a small, but meaningfully large notepad.

Between its thin blue lines are scratched words.

Chicken scratched in purple, all the things you’ve said.

Kept as a reminder of all the times we’ve laughed.

Thumb through it’s worn out pages to remember what it is I love.

The thing I can never take for granted is your nonsense

You think you fail at cheering me up, but leave it to the nonsense.

“All cards on the table, I am six,” is the first thing in my notepad.

You wrote a letter to Sega because it’s something that you love,

So I asked your mom if she spell checked all your words.

“He was always such a smart kid” she laughed.

To this day I will always wonder what you said

When I asked, you couldn’t remember everything that you said,

So of course you filled the silence with your nonsense.

I was quick to scribble lines of all the times that I laughed.

“I do the kills! I do the kills!” is written in purple ink in my notepad

Because when the world is grey, I can light it up with your words.

Even when I’ve read everything, I can still find something that I love.

Who knew stupidity rather than honesty can make you fall in love?

“I’m celebrating not having a headache,” is the dumbest thing you’ve said.

Since I didn’t know what you meant I still wrote down the words

because a life well lived is talking about the nonsense.

When this is over I plan to have countless notepads,

so that even when we can’t remember, we’ll remember why we laughed.

You’ll say “I can’t remember why you always laughed,

but the sound of your chuckle is still something that I Love.”

So I’ll bring out the small, worn down notepad,

And I’ll flip the pages to something random that you said.

And everything that seems like nonsense,

turns into memories from old written words.

They remind us of simpler times, your crazy and vulgar words.

It’s a countless number of all the times that we’ve laughed.

No matter how bad life is I can always count on that nonsense.

From the start to end I swear it’s something I’ll always love.

No matter how crazy it is the things that you’ve said,

I promise it’ll always be something written in my notepad.

Somehow all the nonsense began to make sense. Everything I loved was written in words.

Purple ink filled my old notepad, impossible to forget why I laughed.

Never losing touch with love, and the stupid things that you’ve said.