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It was 4am, and I wasn't tired. It was a Saturday night, and I hadn't drank a thing. And it was perfect.
The room was bare - no posters on the walls, nothing on the floor but a few CDs and books strewn about. The only furniture was the bed we were sitting on, and the dresser 20 feet away.
My feet hadn't touched the floor in 4 hours, and I didn't want them to ever touch again. I felt like I had separated myself from the rest of the world. There was nothing I had to do, nothing I was worries about, no one I was thinking of, except for us.
It was a good movie. We watched the whole thing. It wasn't one of those nights where you start a movie but don't finish it. He's not one of those people.
I had to stand outside while he cleaned up his apartment first.
I didn't try anything. He didn't try anything. There were no expectations. There was no pushing.
There was even the perfect music. Quiet, and soft, it wrapped the moment up with a soundtrack you only imagine someone scripts for a film. But this was real.
4:30am.
We try to count to three, but I can't let me feet touch the floor. The cold wood would only bring back the thoughts that life isn't always like this. The fact that this was only a moment, not an eternity.
4:50am.
We've gotten closer to the edge of the bed, but my toes just won't reach. They know that they control my emotions. Ten little digits to snap me back to reality or keep me in the dream.
He knew I couldn't bear to step off the bed. So he carried me to my shoes.
Then he drove me home -stick shift - one handed.
I think I'm still in that moment.
Sign?
The room was bare - no posters on the walls, nothing on the floor but a few CDs and books strewn about. The only furniture was the bed we were sitting on, and the dresser 20 feet away.
My feet hadn't touched the floor in 4 hours, and I didn't want them to ever touch again. I felt like I had separated myself from the rest of the world. There was nothing I had to do, nothing I was worries about, no one I was thinking of, except for us.
It was a good movie. We watched the whole thing. It wasn't one of those nights where you start a movie but don't finish it. He's not one of those people.
I had to stand outside while he cleaned up his apartment first.
I didn't try anything. He didn't try anything. There were no expectations. There was no pushing.
There was even the perfect music. Quiet, and soft, it wrapped the moment up with a soundtrack you only imagine someone scripts for a film. But this was real.
4:30am.
We try to count to three, but I can't let me feet touch the floor. The cold wood would only bring back the thoughts that life isn't always like this. The fact that this was only a moment, not an eternity.
4:50am.
We've gotten closer to the edge of the bed, but my toes just won't reach. They know that they control my emotions. Ten little digits to snap me back to reality or keep me in the dream.
He knew I couldn't bear to step off the bed. So he carried me to my shoes.
Then he drove me home -stick shift - one handed.
I think I'm still in that moment.
Sign?