Toolatefaren
He slept in the night, all alone, having the option to sleep next to a warm body that he could call his own. He slept in the night in the warm comfort of a couch, a television, and the occasional website, where he'd jerk off most of his frustrations. It was at this actual moment where his brain experienced a tiny flare of ecstasy with the help of a memory. The memory of a dashing young woman so unmatched to any other in style, grace, charm and spirit. It was in the crease of her lips, the wrinkle in her nose, and the radiance in her eyes; It was in this actual moment that he experienced love again, in body and mind.