i got home this morning, at about 5am. my lips tasted like strong drink, and someone named allison.
now i'm cooking easter dinner for my family, and all i can think about is seeing her again. the first part of really getting into someone is so completely intoxicating. i'm drunk on the idea of seeing her again, i'm stoned on the memory of lips.
it's a good day to be alive.
now i'm cooking easter dinner for my family, and all i can think about is seeing her again. the first part of really getting into someone is so completely intoxicating. i'm drunk on the idea of seeing her again, i'm stoned on the memory of lips.
it's a good day to be alive.
jane:
Do I know you?