I miss holding hands with you at the poetry slam. I miss the way your hair smelled, and now you are crusty and I wouldn't touch you with a 30 ft pole. I miss your dry cracked hands and big veins on your arm. I miss you singing Lua to me on the phone until I fell asleep.
I still haven't forgotten the password to this livejournal. I miss our group from high school. It's weird how different everyone is now, and it's only been 4 years give or take. I miss walking down 2nd street in the snow with you two. And feeling like a part of something good.
about me is that I can make myself climax more than any other boy who's tried that on me. They do a fair job but I know my body more and I'm better. If I end up alone at least I know that part is taken care of.