Rendezvous
26 April 10 : 09.30 PM
Because my lamborghini ride back home made someone sad.
After the trip home, speaking to him in bed, hearing how a single lift back to his place had disappointed him and had made him feel inadequate. It just dawned on me that this guy here really loves me. I can barely explain it, but there was something inexplicably loving about our conversation that told me, in spite of our arguments, in spite of all the shit we put each other through, how we always bring out the worst in one another, there's something very real about the way we feel.
That night we slept close. His arms around me, our faces touch, he strokes my hair. I don't think there's anything worth exchanging this for.