Where I end up.

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 22:28:33 GMT

I'm glad to know that I actually mean something to you.
I'm pretty sure that you want me back.
Or want me, for now.
Whichever one it is, I'm just glad to be wanted.
I never stopped loving you.
& I'm hoping the same went for you.

There was a slight scent of love in the air. [Hard to describe, but I'm pretty sure it was that.]
& You whispered something cute, then I pushed you into a pile of leaves.
It's those times I miss the most.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Christian, I love you more than you love golf."
"Impossible."
"No, it's possible. Hahah."

"Eric, I love you more than you love Star Wars Lego's."
"I'm not even gonna argue with you there. Looks like you kicked Christian's ass in that department."
"I always win, k?"

I love my friends?

Brooklyn.

Where I end up.