sic transit gloria

Going to Wales later, all by myself. I feel so grown up but I will still be searching for you on the tube despite you being in another country.

I remember when I’d just had my history exam, it went awfully and it was raining but I walked round to your house anyway because I was so dying to see you just craving your attention and you opened the door in your gorgeous grey trackies and a white tshirt and i’d never felt more attracted to you in my life and I must have looked so grim but you let me in your house anyway and I dried my hair infront of your mirror while you sat on your laptop on your bed watching me and after I’d finished I gave you my 20 pack and you sat there and rolled that joint. I remember that we ran downstairs outside all sneaky in case your parents came home and we stood there underneath your door so we were protected from the rain and we tried to light it but instead we just stood there laughing because it was so cute and you were so paranoid about your parents. We ran to the end of your garden and you taught me how to inhale properly in your shed shelter where we were protected from the rain and I remember getting up and following you and laughing so so much and then we stood in your kitchen eating prawn cocktail crisps opposite eachother and just laughing and comparing our eyes to eachother seeing who was the most blazed and we went up to your room and I just sat on you sideways like my favourite thing to do and we stayed there cuddling and laughing trying not to spill our tea whilst your younger brothers were throwing stones at your window to see if we were fucking but we were only cuddling and just laughing and it was the nicest afternoon that I ever had in my life.