twenty-eight july
twelve : fifty-eight a.m.

i liked you so much today. sitting on your bed, listening to that new record. you laying down, propped up on one elbow. me on the edge of the mattress, one foot curled under me, one foot on the floor. the messy bed, white everything.

and it was just so comfortable. leaning over and fucking up your hair. and both of us laughing.