When we first met, I knew almost nothing about you. You were tall and handsome and you made me laugh, but I had no idea you cared anything about me. (I was later shocked when you told me that you had a crush on me at first sight. :)) I was a runaway, trying to be free and happy and desperately wanting to be loved. You had a careless attitude and love seemed like the furthest thing from your mind. We started off doing random things like going to see lots of movies, eating LOTS of chinese food and in-n-out and smoking an obscene amount of reefer. You did so many little things for me, like opening doors and sharing cigarettes with me when we were running out, as well as big things like staying awake at night to make sure I was safe while I slept with my head in your lap in the subaru. Then there was our trip to Huntington Beach to play around at the US Open...
I remember walking together down the beach with our arms around each other, and you thought I didn't like you holding me like that. You were so wrong. :) That was one of the first times I realized how much I liked you. You were protective and I loved it. I knew nobody could mess with me when you were around. Remember pushing me on the swings at the playground right after smoking those mind-blowing Trainwreck joints?? Remember when I was craving a shower and you stood there patiently waiting while I washed my hair under those shower things that people use to rinse the sand off? After I finished you rolled your eyes and told me I was ridiculous and beautiful.
I wish you could have seen my heart every time you told me I was beautiful. I bet it looked like a glowing ball of fire with sparks bursting out, making my entire body glow with love and excitement.
And I think this is about the time when you introduced me to "sex in a cup", best Starbucks drink in the entire world.
I'm pretty sure you would call me silly and immature for writing all this down, but you know what? I don't give a fuck. :) All this little shit means a lot to me.
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