Cuddle

so there’s this boy.
I like him
and
he likes me.
so we make out occasionally.
and more importantly…
we cuddle occasionally.

:)

oh like last night when I though I was involved in a beautiful, powerful love fest but I’m was really only the third wheel.
“lets reverse the spoons” apparently actually means: Sarah turn around so you don’t have to watch Lauren and Deane make out.

I just feel like such a fucking fool.
so fucking ignorant. thinking that I was having the best evening ever.
thinking that my best friend enjoyed cuddling with me like that.
thinking that love is love.
thinking that I can open my heart up to fucking everyone and think that something good will come of it.
thinking that eskomo kisses mean something.
thinking that best friend means something.