On Friday, Puff came over to my place to hang out with me and Elliot, who would arrive a litte later than her. It was super nice. We talked about various things, both good and bad, and just enjoyed each others company.
Puff had to leave soon enough and her Dad came and picked her up with his car. So, it was just me and Elliot. We didn't really do much, we just watched a bunch of videos on youtube, being lazy as I rubbed his feet (which he apparently liked a lot if the sounds he made was anything to go by). Time went by and it got late, so we put our jackets on to walk to the train station where I would drop him off. Though, neither of us wanted to say goodbye, so it ended up with us hanging out there in the cold for a couple of hours, talking about nothing and everything as we smoked probably too many cigarettes for one evening.
But, Elliot was forced to leave eventually, and so he went to the platform where the train would arrive. I could see him from the small bridge I had to walk over to go back home, so I stopped and stayed there until the train would come, howling to Elliot without a care if people looked at me like I was crazy.
Right then, everything felt so good, so completely right and I had this incredible joyous feeling that consumed my whole being and it stuck to me like glue for the rest of the evening.
Puff had to leave soon enough and her Dad came and picked her up with his car. So, it was just me and Elliot. We didn't really do much, we just watched a bunch of videos on youtube, being lazy as I rubbed his feet (which he apparently liked a lot if the sounds he made was anything to go by). Time went by and it got late, so we put our jackets on to walk to the train station where I would drop him off. Though, neither of us wanted to say goodbye, so it ended up with us hanging out there in the cold for a couple of hours, talking about nothing and everything as we smoked probably too many cigarettes for one evening.
But, Elliot was forced to leave eventually, and so he went to the platform where the train would arrive. I could see him from the small bridge I had to walk over to go back home, so I stopped and stayed there until the train would come, howling to Elliot without a care if people looked at me like I was crazy.
Right then, everything felt so good, so completely right and I had this incredible joyous feeling that consumed my whole being and it stuck to me like glue for the rest of the evening.
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