eunoia (make me a promise here tonight)
Current mood:  amorous

the foolish boy decided it was okay to fall in love with his best friend for the second time. one boyfriend and another two crushes later, that dumbass still had feelings for his best friend. but there was something about waiting at that stoplight in the hot austin weather and laughing uncontrollably over a fat pigeon photo, his face a few inches from the boy in the driver’s seat. or maybe it was sitting in the parking lot of an in n out where i complained about a pulsating headache and you nagged me to hit your dab pen to which i ignored because i didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you. you put your arm behind my seat and i turned to face you, thinking it was time to finally kiss you, but i didn’t. you looked at me and i stared at your face, my heartbeat picking up. i can’t remember what we were talking about, which is probably for the best, and all i can remember is your hand brushing my hair out of my face. my short, bleached blonde hair in the grasp of your fingers. your tattoo fully visible and i stared at it when i couldn’t handle looking into your eyes anymore. it’d be a terrible, yet poetic lie to say that was the moment when i fell in love with you for a second time. but, i don’t think i fell out of love with you. in the letter i wrote you, i forgave you for going on a date with miriam when both of you knew i had feelings for you. the first day we hung out again you brought it to me, telling me about how it made you laugh and how you loved the letter. the letter which you still carry in the glovebox of your car. the letter, still in its envelope, i see every time you reach over my knees to open the compartment to get your weed out. i don’t know how many more times i’m gonna see you this summer, but i want to make you a promise here tonight.