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>I find my way home rather quickly, still a bit high off of the experience. An overwhelming sense of freedom strikes me. It's nothing I'd yet experienced and already yearn for more. It takes effort to not just dial her number the second I open my apartment door.
>My mind races with things to share with her, things I'd thought not even able to share to my Venezuelan Spear Fishing forum denizens. Bubbly and warm.
>I'd had crushes before but what the hell am I feeling now? It's almost scary how it overwhelms my senses. I drop into my bed and just stare at the ceiling, processing.
>Mind alive and strongly focusing on her I daydream. Walls down and we just...talk. Talk about her then talk about me. Actually listening. Actually giving a shit. It tears me inside to even think about.
>Finally I rip myself out of my own head and grab some food from the fridge. Almost dizzy as I do so. A sort of anticipation holds me, hoping to hear from Naomi again tonight. I muffle it, she's spent and probably just went right to bed.
>I'm proven right as I spend the rest of the night just browsing the internet and glancing at my phone. Nothing. It's understandable but a little bit unfortunate.
>I go ahead and get to bed, restless but finding sleep eventually. Dreams blurred and muddied. I can't remember much except the very end, Naomi and I laying together on a couch watching some anime I don't recognize.
>I'm ripped quickly from my slumber as my alarm goes off. Thought I'd killed that for the weekend. I grab the thing to see it's a call. I'm instantly fully awake as I notice the caller ID.
>Quickly pulling it up to my ear I answer Naomi.
>Her voice is still and soft. "Good morning. I'm really sorry about letting that out on you yesterday."
>I can't hold a single thing against her. "It's fine, thanks for calling." I yawn and glance to my phone's screen, checking the time. Eight sharp.
>"Oh did I wake you?" Her voice darkens, not exactly pleased with herself.
cont.
>I find my way home rather quickly, still a bit high off of the experience. An overwhelming sense of freedom strikes me. It's nothing I'd yet experienced and already yearn for more. It takes effort to not just dial her number the second I open my apartment door.
>My mind races with things to share with her, things I'd thought not even able to share to my Venezuelan Spear Fishing forum denizens. Bubbly and warm.
>I'd had crushes before but what the hell am I feeling now? It's almost scary how it overwhelms my senses. I drop into my bed and just stare at the ceiling, processing.
>Mind alive and strongly focusing on her I daydream. Walls down and we just...talk. Talk about her then talk about me. Actually listening. Actually giving a shit. It tears me inside to even think about.
>Finally I rip myself out of my own head and grab some food from the fridge. Almost dizzy as I do so. A sort of anticipation holds me, hoping to hear from Naomi again tonight. I muffle it, she's spent and probably just went right to bed.
>I'm proven right as I spend the rest of the night just browsing the internet and glancing at my phone. Nothing. It's understandable but a little bit unfortunate.
>I go ahead and get to bed, restless but finding sleep eventually. Dreams blurred and muddied. I can't remember much except the very end, Naomi and I laying together on a couch watching some anime I don't recognize.
>I'm ripped quickly from my slumber as my alarm goes off. Thought I'd killed that for the weekend. I grab the thing to see it's a call. I'm instantly fully awake as I notice the caller ID.
>Quickly pulling it up to my ear I answer Naomi.
>Her voice is still and soft. "Good morning. I'm really sorry about letting that out on you yesterday."
>I can't hold a single thing against her. "It's fine, thanks for calling." I yawn and glance to my phone's screen, checking the time. Eight sharp.
>"Oh did I wake you?" Her voice darkens, not exactly pleased with herself.
cont.