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[coldpizzaisgod]

I sat where you always sat today. On the couch, below the gecko imprinted on the ceiling. Where we watched a movie. What was it? I didn't see much, I was lost in you. Everything about you. The clock ticked another minute towards midnight, it was late. My parents didn't care. They really liked you. We moved to the kitchen, they moved upstairs, to leave us to what we would do. They trusted you. Another minute ticked by. 11:23 and counting. The movie still played, its only audience: my shoes, your sweater. We talked about life, I sat on the counter. You stood almost dead center under the fan. When I got up to get a glass of water, you stopped me. You held my hands and looked me in the eyes. You had such pretty green eyes. Today I stood there, where at 11:27 you kissed me in my kitchen, awkward and unexpected, amazing and exciting.

Ahahaha, i just found that. I love looking through old journals. It makes me laugh at myself. Which is always a good thing.