Waves.

diaries;

That day,that rainy day.We talked about everything possible.We could hop off from talking about gay rights to traveling.
I just fell more and more into every word he spoke.
The hypnotic lust was real.
"Lets get out of here,and walk." he said with a smirk.
"Get soaked?Sounds like fun." i said.
Just as i reached for the door knob,his
hand touched mine.It was like a spark of electricity,a shock through my veins.
I quickly took my hand off and pushed my hair behind my ear.
"So,you paint right?" he asked me as we walked along the middle of town.
"I paint and write." i answered.
"Well,this may seem a bit gay but i write too." he said shyly.
"No,not at all.Its quite nice actually.Id love to read your writings." i said.
He reached for his jacket pocket,looking for something.
"Another cigarette?"
"No,id like you to read this."
It was a notebook.I took it happily,Id love to read about what goes on in that mind.
"Oh,ill start as soon as I get home." i said.
"Its not a diary,its a journal of thoughts i keep.Untill youve read it all,I dont want it back."
"I need to go home now,my mums probably worried about me." i said to him.
"Oh,okay.Hate to see you go.We'll go out again right?" he said.
"Sure whenever."
He took me in really close for a hug.I could almost hear my own heart beat,like a drum in the grey.
And then I walked home,in joy.