Right now I want to get stoned (or drunk, maybe?) and lie on your chest. We won't have to talk (but we can if you want to). And you'd hug me tight like you did that night, and I'll feel safe and funny and awkward and confused and wanted and happy just like I did then. And I would remember what it feels like to have something to loose, to care for something, to be truly happy, for one more moment...













(Is this how you look at me?)