The Mystery of a Moment
There was passion. It's something neither him nor I lack. There was desperation too. Like one was trying to prove to the other that they could be everything the other hoped for, and vice versa. Through the haze that clouds my mind right now (two Vicoden in the course of 3 hours will do that to you), all I can rememebr thinking in those few hours I had with him was how I never wanted it to end. I didn't just want to be inside of him, and I know he wanted me inside of him as well. There were little if any words, just eyes, and lips, and..well you get the idea. I don't do that. Sex, relationships, they were never supposed to mesh up with me. Heh, they never did until I went to Kansas and the whole Justin...but that's another story, one I don't want to go into right now. I wish he didn't have to go. I wish he could spend the whole night with me instead of just a few hours every week. I wish his parents hadn't called and ruined the moment. I wish Larry hadn't called and ruined the moment (thanks for caring though Larry). I hate him leaving. Blah, anywhoo bed time for Jimmy.