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in bed, awake.

2011-10-19 @ 9:57 p.m.

so i said, "let's go to bed early tonight."
and he said, "why, you tired?" knowing i've been sick all week,
and i said, "oh no, not at all."
so he said, "oh, so why do you want to go to bed?"
and i said, "oh i just think it's a good idea."
and he presses, "why?"
and i finally say, "because i want to get naked."
and he's just delighted by this, and smiles and laughs and says, "i knew what you wanted the whole time, i just wanted to make you feel awkward about saying it."
and i just replied, "i never feel awkward about wanting your cock."

so the anticipation was building pretty much all night, until about 8:45 or so when he just hit the wall. i could see him lose his life energy. so we came up here to bed, and i said i'd rub his back, but he passed out in the middle of rolling over.

and i'm just laying here in bed next to him, and the rain is trickling down the gutters and he looks so sweet in his sleep. earlier, when we were looking thru his iTunes, he found an album of a certain artist that i introduced him to in high school, but there were no track titles. he started listening to it, and we both realized that it was the mix cd i had made for him back then. he still had it after all this time.

sometimes i wonder if i'm asleep, if this is all really happening. because the other day i found some of my text posts, from my original diary, from diary-x before it crashed and shattered a part of my heart. from when i first met boy, so long ago, and i knew i was in love with him but i was with B, who hurt me so much.

i knew it back then, that there was something unexplainable between us. the feeling has always been the same, the sensation of something blossoming and opening up inside my chest every time i think about him.

i should go to sleep. his hot, dry toes are tucked into the crook of my knee. what else could i ask for? really?