smoke rings and hotel rooms...
i lay there in the hotel room blowing smoke rings from my second cigarette...
"why are you smoking another one?"
"i need one haha."
"you know youre the only one i have ever thought looked cute smoking a cigarette?
i laughed. "really?"
that same "yeah" came out of her mouth.
it made me smile...
i was acting cool and charming.
or so i thought, she saw through it.
she laid there with me and we talked about everything.
i knew it then like i know it now, she was my best friend.
she said "i can be a dirty little secrete."
i said "no!"
and we talked about what to do, she made no promises, she just told me to do what was best for me.
looking in to her eyes, i knew it was over for me, i knew for the first time in my life that i was hooked.
her phone rang, she ignored it.
it rang again, she answered it, i knew that there was a concerned voice on the other end.
she was tender, and gentle.
i knew that she must be used to holding hearts, she realized how fragile they are.
i admired that.
i lit another and started blowing smoke rings again.
smiling and winking at her.
she got off the phone, and we got in the shower, from which i was shortly there after knocked out of.
she laughed and asked if i was ok?
i said "yes!" and jumped back in...
this night was not about love, it was about friendship.
it was fun, and wild, and at a lot of the times far from poetic, it was raw and real.
the night stretched into the morning and we had two beds, one of which wasnt all jacked up from our "sins" haha
so we laughed and slept in that one, she held me all night, the big spoon.
if you ask me i would say that it wasnt all that odd of a way to start a friendship.
i just wonder where it may take us.
all over the world im already planing that, hah and some day maybe all the way back to the place it all started.
who knows?
but im fine with that.
adventure was my first love, and i think that you may be the greatest adventure of my life.
thank you! youre my best friend...
"why are you smoking another one?"
"i need one haha."
"you know youre the only one i have ever thought looked cute smoking a cigarette?
i laughed. "really?"
that same "yeah" came out of her mouth.
it made me smile...
i was acting cool and charming.
or so i thought, she saw through it.
she laid there with me and we talked about everything.
i knew it then like i know it now, she was my best friend.
she said "i can be a dirty little secrete."
i said "no!"
and we talked about what to do, she made no promises, she just told me to do what was best for me.
looking in to her eyes, i knew it was over for me, i knew for the first time in my life that i was hooked.
her phone rang, she ignored it.
it rang again, she answered it, i knew that there was a concerned voice on the other end.
she was tender, and gentle.
i knew that she must be used to holding hearts, she realized how fragile they are.
i admired that.
i lit another and started blowing smoke rings again.
smiling and winking at her.
she got off the phone, and we got in the shower, from which i was shortly there after knocked out of.
she laughed and asked if i was ok?
i said "yes!" and jumped back in...
this night was not about love, it was about friendship.
it was fun, and wild, and at a lot of the times far from poetic, it was raw and real.
the night stretched into the morning and we had two beds, one of which wasnt all jacked up from our "sins" haha
so we laughed and slept in that one, she held me all night, the big spoon.
if you ask me i would say that it wasnt all that odd of a way to start a friendship.
i just wonder where it may take us.
all over the world im already planing that, hah and some day maybe all the way back to the place it all started.
who knows?
but im fine with that.
adventure was my first love, and i think that you may be the greatest adventure of my life.
thank you! youre my best friend...