agweatherington
rooftops. rain drops. sitting under an awning, with you. just thinking. just talking. just laughing. just friends. just friends. just friends. the rooftop at night with the city glowing back in our faces, telling those thoughts that aren't quite secrets but that you don't normally share.
I fell apart today in a little coffee shop right across from a Men's Warehouse. I watched as she crumbled the remainder of her scone and flicked the crumbs at his nose, and I stood tall, but when he laughed, and worse, when the laughter was so genuine I could see it in his eyes; well, then i crumbled.
i feel a little like a pawn, except i really have no idea whose in control here. I feel like i could be being manipulated right now, but at the same time, I'm doing things against the advice of those closet to me. It doesn't feel like reverse psychology to me.