Back to the old times
Last saturday, I went out. It wouldnt be so important if I did that every weekend or if it always were the same.
Last saturday it was like back to the old times. Having a drink with Iris, talking about random stuff. I saw Rocío again, she's as insane as always, and I saw Paco, who gives the best hugs in the whole world. We missed Noe, but I needed a night like this anyway. Like back then, when everything was ok and we were scatterbrained, idealistic younger people.
I needed to grow away from all this shit that's around me lately and they made it last saturday. I wish that happens anytime soon.
It's strange, I swear there were photos of the five of us together at the pub...
As a bonus, look who's pampering me because Im feeling sad.
Last saturday it was like back to the old times. Having a drink with Iris, talking about random stuff. I saw Rocío again, she's as insane as always, and I saw Paco, who gives the best hugs in the whole world. We missed Noe, but I needed a night like this anyway. Like back then, when everything was ok and we were scatterbrained, idealistic younger people.
I needed to grow away from all this shit that's around me lately and they made it last saturday. I wish that happens anytime soon.
It's strange, I swear there were photos of the five of us together at the pub...
As a bonus, look who's pampering me because Im feeling sad.