wind in the wires.
I keep replaying sunday night in my head as if it were a movie. I keep smiling, and though it seemed so small of a thing I want to write it down.
After our stupid fight Sunday night Tim came down on Monday and met up with me at work when I was getting out. We then went over Meghan K.'s house and ate some pasta and talked with her and Natalie.
Afterwards we went to the driving range and shot around 250 balls. It was fun and I'm glad that I learned.
[My arm is still sore.]
After thhhaattt we headed up to Brighton where we hung out with Mark and played board games and got drunk and strung out. I kicked ass in scrabble, lost huge in worst scenario and I didn't even bother with Jenga because I was already wasted and clumsy.
I knew that I had to get up early the next day to go in for my tat at Good Faith soo I left the boys to go shower.
I was in there awhile,
I really like Tims shower a lot. Theres a window in there and it's stained glass and I always open the left side and just stand there and let the water hit my back. It's quite therapeutic. As I was standing there looking out at those awkward city trees by his building the light in the bathroom suddenly went out and Tim climbed into the shower with me.
I really like taking showers with him because we get silly so that it's not all just sexual. We were laughing about silly things and making out here and there. We tried to have sex but I need to grow about 2 inches to make it work properly. =( haha. I ended up going down on him.
Afterwards I was sitting in the corner of the shower, in my drunken state and he sat down in front of me and wrapped his arms around my bent knees.
He was being really affectionate and kept touching my face and we just had kind of stopped talking and were just smiling at eachother for what seemed like a really long time.
"Are you blacked out ?" He asked
I shook my head "are you ?"
"No." He said
It was quiet again but not one of those awkward silences more like a comfortable one.
As he was touching my arms my legs and my face it was the wierdest feeling in the world. Maybe it's because I was all kinds of fucked up but it was as if his feelings were flowing through his fingertips into my soul. We didn't even have to say anything. I don't think that we ever really do. I know that he felt it with me because the moment just changed completely while we were sitting there.
He leaned in and kissed me deeply and everything just felt perfect right then and there.
Then. Mark walked in said sorry and walked out.
We laughed but the moment was gone and we got dressed and I went to bed and he hung out with Mark for another hour watching youtube.
After our stupid fight Sunday night Tim came down on Monday and met up with me at work when I was getting out. We then went over Meghan K.'s house and ate some pasta and talked with her and Natalie.
Afterwards we went to the driving range and shot around 250 balls. It was fun and I'm glad that I learned.
[My arm is still sore.]
After thhhaattt we headed up to Brighton where we hung out with Mark and played board games and got drunk and strung out. I kicked ass in scrabble, lost huge in worst scenario and I didn't even bother with Jenga because I was already wasted and clumsy.
I knew that I had to get up early the next day to go in for my tat at Good Faith soo I left the boys to go shower.
I was in there awhile,
I really like Tims shower a lot. Theres a window in there and it's stained glass and I always open the left side and just stand there and let the water hit my back. It's quite therapeutic. As I was standing there looking out at those awkward city trees by his building the light in the bathroom suddenly went out and Tim climbed into the shower with me.
I really like taking showers with him because we get silly so that it's not all just sexual. We were laughing about silly things and making out here and there. We tried to have sex but I need to grow about 2 inches to make it work properly. =( haha. I ended up going down on him.
Afterwards I was sitting in the corner of the shower, in my drunken state and he sat down in front of me and wrapped his arms around my bent knees.
He was being really affectionate and kept touching my face and we just had kind of stopped talking and were just smiling at eachother for what seemed like a really long time.
"Are you blacked out ?" He asked
I shook my head "are you ?"
"No." He said
It was quiet again but not one of those awkward silences more like a comfortable one.
As he was touching my arms my legs and my face it was the wierdest feeling in the world. Maybe it's because I was all kinds of fucked up but it was as if his feelings were flowing through his fingertips into my soul. We didn't even have to say anything. I don't think that we ever really do. I know that he felt it with me because the moment just changed completely while we were sitting there.
He leaned in and kissed me deeply and everything just felt perfect right then and there.
Then. Mark walked in said sorry and walked out.
We laughed but the moment was gone and we got dressed and I went to bed and he hung out with Mark for another hour watching youtube.