A/N: Taking a momentary reprieve from my hiatus to post a small drabble. Review = love people.
So how do I say this? I've never been good with words, and you know that more than anyone. And I've pretty much been beating my brains out trying to find the right words to say, because you, you've probably got a whole speech planned out. And it's going to be perfect, the kind of perfect that's going to make my mom and Kurt cry. You're going to say the words that will blow anything that I've come up with out of the water, just like you always do. I need to come up with something that is at least half as good as yours, right? So how do I put it into words, how much I love you? All that I could come up with are numbers, which is weird I know, because it's not like I was ever a Math wiz or anything. But yeah, they're all I have.
Like eight, is the age when we met, and you walked into Ms Peterson's class with pink ribbons in your hair and announced to everyone that you're Rachel Berry, and you're going to be a star. Sixty four, is the number you whispered out loud when we were ten, and Mr Roberts asked me what the square of eight is. Fifteen, is how old we were when I knew you, and I mean really knew you. Seven, is the number of times I looked under my bed to see if you were there. Sixteen pounds is the maximum weight of a bowling ball that you can carry. Twelve is the number of stars in one pack of stickers, and three is the number of packs that you use in a week. One hundred and fifty three, is the number of duets that we've sung together. Well, one hundred fifty three and a half, if you count Grease, which we've never finished.
Eight is the number of smiles that you have and two is the number that you use only for me. Five hundred and thirty miles is the distance from Lima to New York, and there was a time when that felt like an impossible journey, but you made me see that it was just five hundred and thirty miles. Eleven years, that's how long we've been together. Four is the number of times we've broken each other's hearts, and six is the number of horrible songs I wrote for you the last time we were apart. And no, you won't get to hear any of them, because I've burned away any trace of evidence. Twenty three is pretty special, because it was when I finally realized that you're the only person in this world that I could see myself spending the rest of my life with. Three, is the number of years you made me wait.
And one, one is you. The only. That thing people talk about, when they talk about soulmates and having that one person that you're tethered to for the rest of your lives. You're the one.
And I know this isn't some big declaration of love. But you know how bad I am at those. These are the things that I think of whenever these numbers come up. Every single time. And these numbers, they'll keep growing. There'll be more, like the number of kids we'll have, and the number of Tonys you'll win, and the number of years we're going to have together. There are so many numbers in this world, and I only remember them when it's with you.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're it. You're the final destination. You're the only destination, and forever might be a hundred years, or it might be just tomorrow. But as long as it's with you, I'm going to remember the number.