"I still remember the first time we got high together. We walked four miles to the perfect spot, a park by the beach. We smoked our first bowl at a bench, next to the tallest tree in the park. Then we decided to sit on a fallen tree stump. We smoked at least two bowls. Your eyes were bloodshot red, even then still the prettiest eyes I had ever seen. I laughed at you. You pulled out clear eyes from your back pocket and offered me some. I shook my head, told you no. My eyes were glossy, and you told me so. You held my hand and kissed my forehead. I laughed at you even more. We heard children’s laughter and I yelled at them to go away, we were trying to smoke. Then you kissed me, then you put your hands all over me and I let you. I didn’t even flinch, I kissed you back and put my hands all over you too. I was just as yours, as you were mine and god, it was the best feeling in the world. I forgot about being high, and so did you. You told me you loved me that night. I forgot to tell you, I’m sorry. I thought you felt it."
- The First Time We Got High // thewordsyouneverunderstood (via thewordsyouneverunderstood)