the weekend was amazing. and it didn't have anything to do with the tequila i drank or the way the dancefloor was spinning. it had something to do with the alcoholic honesty, your words on respect, your hugs and the way you dragged me home in a beautiful drizzle. it had something to do with the way i fell asleep in your arms, it had something to do with a spoon.
you talked of friends forever and i listened and believed. it was the way we watched brokeback and the way we knew it was about real love. the way we both want to believe we know what it is - even if not together. so i touched your hairy legs as a sign of affection. i never want to let that go.
but when i have to, i will.