It's said, 'That a person's eyes is the window to their soul.' Well, if that's really really fuckin' true. Well then, you my dear must have such a pure and untouched soul. I mean, something that evokes and epitomizes greatness. After all only a beautiful soul could be hidden behind such a breathtaking and memorizing window; such as those sitting inside your skull. I listened attentively and slouched forward having my elbows sit on your thighs and my cold, swollen, numb hands propping my head up toward yours.
You spoke about the only bo--man you've ever loved, or at least thought you loved. My mind wandered in and out of the conversation; from thinking about how beautiful you truly are, to thinking about every opportunity I had missed thus far to kiss you, to how fucking cold it was in the middle of October. I took my hand from underneath my head and smiled at you then put my cold, moist hand into my constricting pocket and took out my cell phone; just for a mere moment to take a peek at what time it was currently. 3:40 in the fuckin' morning I was astonished.
You noticed and happen to ask, 'What time is it, Boo?' In my mind I smiled, I really enjoyed being called that, even though I know I wasn't the only boy, you call that.
I replied, 'It's ten minutes till four in the morning.' She smiled at me. I didn't smile back. Not because I didn't want to, I just took to long to smile, and finally when I could get the cold muscles in my face to make the proper facial expression to much time had passed. So I deemed it obsolete and decided it was too late. There was an awkward pause between the two of us.
I replied, 'It's ten minutes till four in the morning.' She smiled at me. I didn't smile back. Not because I didn't want to, I just took to long to smile, and finally when I could get the cold muscles in my face to make the proper facial expression to much time had passed. So I deemed it obsolete and decided it was too late. There was an awkward pause between the two of us.
You adjusted your yellow hand-knit hat, and proceeded to ask me, 'Don't you think it's rather fuckin' strange how we have both just been sitting here talking for the last four hours in the middle of the night on 34th street and haven't noticed a single person passing us by?'
I replied, 'I hadn't actually noticed till you mentioned it, Dear.' She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled her seat closer using my legs as though it was a rope with her legs. I found that to be too adorable for words. I told her she makes me happy. I told her how there is no other place I'd rather be then here with her, right now. Right now in 30 degree weather.
Fuck this. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I want to write something realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
PETER IS A LOSER! :D
I replied, 'I hadn't actually noticed till you mentioned it, Dear.' She wrapped her legs around mine and pulled her seat closer using my legs as though it was a rope with her legs. I found that to be too adorable for words. I told her she makes me happy. I told her how there is no other place I'd rather be then here with her, right now. Right now in 30 degree weather.
Fuck this. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I want to write something realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.
PETER IS A LOSER! :D
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