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there's not much destiny in being dirty old men together.
*11.03.04* @ *10:29 p.m.*
it was one of the best nights i've ever had. we sat on her back porch, smoking cigarettes (something i've since given up) and exhaling really hard while throwing in a few extra ones to watch our breath turn to fog. we did shiver dances and laughed too hard. i could see the stars better where she lived, and i sat there staring upwards. if there were ever eyes that produced light, i know they belong to her. i don't think i told her enough how she could make my heart stop beating. there's distance now. i'm a bad friend, and we're at different places. i email her every so often to tell her that i loved her as much as i ever did. i don't think she believes me.