the very first time we spent time together, he came over and we watched a movie. a scary movie. we were supposed to go to dinner and a movie that night but since i was sick, he came over and just sat on the couch with me. after the movie we sat and talked about all sorts of things. i didn’t feel like i had to act a certain way with him, i could just be myself. a couple of times our hands brushed and it gave me goosebumps.
thoughts like this make me happy when i’m feeling sad about him leaving. i am going to miss times like that.
