Rundown: He was my mentor of sorts when I was at my old school. I came back to visit a friend, we ran into each other, decided to catch up, and had this insane connection. We stayed in bed for an entire day without doing anything but talking, eating cake, and of course lots of rolling around. These were just some of the highlight moments of the bizarrely romantic day.
We sat crossed legged facing each other. It astounds me how some people shy away from eye contact. But he didn’t. We just looked at each other, passing the pipe and letting the smoke billow between us. His big green eyes peaked from underneath his strong brow. We used to do this all the time unintentionally. Sometimes I’d look over to see him staring at me, and neither of us would look away. It used to bother me. I could never tell what he was thinking. I still couldn’t.