americanidiot

I am in love. I've always been in love but I didn't want to admit it. His name is casualdisregard but also known as Charlie Agnew. We've dated before, but I fucked up and broke up with him. The reason why was I was still in shock after my mother died and then it became depression, and I didn't want a reminder of why I was that way.

We were going to sleep, he was a bit drunk, and I was too tired to drive him home. His hand kept giving my arm tiny squeezes (which is what I did to him before our first kiss), and I held his hand. The next thing I knew was that I was staring into his eyes and our lips just brushed together. I don't even think it was a full kiss, but it was the most beautiful moment I've had since the last time I was with him. I then ruined it by crying and snotting all over him, but it was still an amazing time...