well.. not sure how to explain.

is this happiness?

after the music was over I was still rolling, and he sort of sat next to me, put his arms around and felt around with his hands..

i did too, i couldn’t help it.

i don’t remember much more, but we’ve both got some bruises, and his table and couch are broken

i’m sore in places i didn’t think i had.. and this morning we hugged a bit and he went off to work.

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i’m gonna cut his name into my arm