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Enjoyed this months blue berry pie Cake. Met with link
, and we rode to dodgeball. Played dodgeball. I got rocked in tha face, but it's Sall good. We decided to ride to north east to his friends BBQ. We went back to his house and I rode home. We met again at laurelhurst park and rode to north east. Played kick ball made tacos, went to a bon fire, we shook the clan and wandered to a park there we swang and sang, flirting innocently. Back to his house we put on aristocats, and he slowly got closer resting a hand close to me or foot, I couldn't stand it and told him to sit next to me which he did and we huddled close together, he invitede to sleep over, in his bed. Careful not to seem to interested, I accepted and we lay there stiff, breathing awkwardly. Our stomachs making gurgling noises. Eventually we got a bit more closer. And I felt it, that feeling... The sinking heart the excitement, I knew then I really liked him... Although I had found out he was 20 years old. I didn't care in that moment. His warm breath close to my face, he tried to kiss me and I moved away fearing to fast and I would lose the feeling. He understood, but now I regretted my decision. what if I had missed my chance, well then I guess it wasn't meant to be, what if he was a here and now? And would forget me after I had givin him the joy of finishing and falling asleep, us sweaty and lethargic. But I made my mind up. And the night was restless, I shouldn't have stayed. I tossed and turned feeling like I couldn't sleep, after all I did slam two viso's and drink a juice box to the dome. When I did go under I was in a dream land of demons and strength, defeating Satan with my agility and wits, I was a hero. We woke up off and on all night mumbling words to one another, some times he would give me a soft kiss on the cheek or shoulder. We looked into each others eyes sleepily in a daze. His eyes beautiful to me. Foreign. Leaving the bed and starting the day leaving behind the closeness not to be displayed in public. I did the disaster that remained from taco Tuesday, and he made a very vegetarian breakfast. Sitting around, reluctant to leave and head off to band practice. I sat there half pouting, he offered me a potato that I made into my pen personalized potatoe head, thinking back to when zasha had one made of Dante. We did sweetly hold each other adoringly during the kitchen clean up, and lock eyes smiling during our coffee break. I hadn't had coffee for a long time. But we talked about a date for Friday. But later on he said he would be busy. Recording all week, which is fine, and you know I'm thinking the worse. He doesn't care, why did I allow him power over my happiness. Such a sucker, I am. Alone, lonely. It will take a bit to get my head straight. The band is going well, practice sounded great. And I'm healthy, and soon... I will have food stamps. And soon a new home. And soon, I won't fall for a man that will leave to louisiana for december, or Montana for thanksgiving.
, and we rode to dodgeball. Played dodgeball. I got rocked in tha face, but it's Sall good. We decided to ride to north east to his friends BBQ. We went back to his house and I rode home. We met again at laurelhurst park and rode to north east. Played kick ball made tacos, went to a bon fire, we shook the clan and wandered to a park there we swang and sang, flirting innocently. Back to his house we put on aristocats, and he slowly got closer resting a hand close to me or foot, I couldn't stand it and told him to sit next to me which he did and we huddled close together, he invitede to sleep over, in his bed. Careful not to seem to interested, I accepted and we lay there stiff, breathing awkwardly. Our stomachs making gurgling noises. Eventually we got a bit more closer. And I felt it, that feeling... The sinking heart the excitement, I knew then I really liked him... Although I had found out he was 20 years old. I didn't care in that moment. His warm breath close to my face, he tried to kiss me and I moved away fearing to fast and I would lose the feeling. He understood, but now I regretted my decision. what if I had missed my chance, well then I guess it wasn't meant to be, what if he was a here and now? And would forget me after I had givin him the joy of finishing and falling asleep, us sweaty and lethargic. But I made my mind up. And the night was restless, I shouldn't have stayed. I tossed and turned feeling like I couldn't sleep, after all I did slam two viso's and drink a juice box to the dome. When I did go under I was in a dream land of demons and strength, defeating Satan with my agility and wits, I was a hero. We woke up off and on all night mumbling words to one another, some times he would give me a soft kiss on the cheek or shoulder. We looked into each others eyes sleepily in a daze. His eyes beautiful to me. Foreign. Leaving the bed and starting the day leaving behind the closeness not to be displayed in public. I did the disaster that remained from taco Tuesday, and he made a very vegetarian breakfast. Sitting around, reluctant to leave and head off to band practice. I sat there half pouting, he offered me a potato that I made into my pen personalized potatoe head, thinking back to when zasha had one made of Dante. We did sweetly hold each other adoringly during the kitchen clean up, and lock eyes smiling during our coffee break. I hadn't had coffee for a long time. But we talked about a date for Friday. But later on he said he would be busy. Recording all week, which is fine, and you know I'm thinking the worse. He doesn't care, why did I allow him power over my happiness. Such a sucker, I am. Alone, lonely. It will take a bit to get my head straight. The band is going well, practice sounded great. And I'm healthy, and soon... I will have food stamps. And soon a new home. And soon, I won't fall for a man that will leave to louisiana for december, or Montana for thanksgiving.