thursday was semi formal. we drove for twenty minutes talking about shoes, universities, and memories. i mostly kept quiet and stared out the window. it was dark dark dark then light light light. i wish i could have seen her eyes, though.
when we got inside, i didn't feel uncomfortable like i usually do at those kinds of functions. i talked. i danced. i laughed. i sang. i watched. i listened. i had a good time.
as the night progressed, i didn't want it to end like i usually do at those kinds of functions. i danced with a girl that makes my heart pump pump pump.
later, as i held her in my arms and stared at her porcelean face, wondering what was going on inside the depths of her mind, i felt infinite. i fell asleep, at three thirty in the morning, tangled up in blue.
come on, skinny love
- February 14, 2009
- intoyourblueveins
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