in which things are nice
2010-07-07 | 10:53 p.m.
you fell asleep today on the couch with your head in my lap. i ran my fingers through your hair and listened to your breathing, slow, unsteady. when you woke up, mildly, your hand would lightly stroke my leg. i felt like i was seventeen again. it's been one of my happiest days in a while.
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this is interesting, and new, but god at the same time it's already comforting. those dreams, they haunt me. how stereotypical. but it's nice. i will admit.