we've never felt this way at the same time.

we were just two 23 year olds with broken hearts sharing lovely, painful memories. sitting in a smokey, dark room, filling our lungs with eachother's second hand smoke. listening to "dreamy electro" and nearly in tears as the stories progressed. mine, completely innocent, since there really isn't much to tell. his, full of romance and opening up. i never want to see him this way again. he's sad. he tears up. he's heart broken. we've never felt this way at the same time, we hadn't, until today. a much needed time with my best friend. deep conversations with a spike of our usual vulgar ways, cigarettes in the shoebox, a vanilla candle, a lamp and good music, it was a good night.