a few weeks ago he said, let’s hang out. and I thought he was crazy because we never talked to each other before. he kept calling and I kept making up excuses. until tonight. he seemed a bit desperate and I had nothing else to do. three hours we talked about everything and nothing. I have never met a boy who would pour out his soul the way he did. but maybe it’s because we don’t know each other, not well enough. we had a few drinks, he walked me home and I remembered a line, which perfectly fit into last night: I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. and it really was.
I need more nights like this. honest and simple.