We’ve been great lately. I’m just really trying to take it day by day, making sure to not become too overbearing nor too carefree when it comes to us.
Yesterday, we watched a movie with some people. Inception. (Absolutely, positively great.) Then we all went out for a round of drinks and some dinner. (I think during drinks and dinner, we really got on each other’s nerves. But we got over it pretty quickly. Wanna apologize though. My period’s probably coming soon, so emotions are on high.) Then, we dropped our friends off somewhere and you and I headed over to my house. This was the best part.
We played around a bit on my computer, took a few pictures, watched a few videos. We talked a lot, though it was mostly me considering how sleepy you were. We kissed and held hands and teased each other. We laid on the couch (and later moved to the floor for more space); you slept with your arms around me and I listened to your peaceful breathing (I’d failed at my attempt to sleep). And that’s how we were for hours, ‘til you finally decided to head home. It was the highlight of my week.
