My, oh mimsy, my...

I feel like telling a story... I really do.
So, here it goes...

A few years ago, I was lounging with Alex off the side of the back porch at his place... just relaxing on a nice, warm summer afternoon. We were eating blackberries with sugar and drinking wine. It was nice and quiet and everything about it made me feel happy and warm and safe. Even thinking back to it now, I feel warm and happy and safe. It's one of my most vivid memories of time spent with Alex where we weren't drunk off our asses making messes of ourselves. I mentioned that I love blackberries and that they're among my favorites of all the members of the berry clan. He agreed that he liked them quite a bit too. So, for some reason, my confidence grew. It was probably the three glasses of wine I had prior that made me tipsy-confident. Not drunk, mind you. If I was drunk, we'd have have been naked by now. Not having sex of course. No, never. Alex would have never corrupted a child. Though, his definition of corruption was skewed because he took all my virginities except the big one. Anyway, enough bitterness. Where was I... oh yes. Confidence boost. I said, "Do you love blackberries in my mouth?" and put one between my lips. I remember his face. It was slightly surprised and then he smiled and leaned over and took it from my mouth and kissed me at the same time. Then, he said "Hm, I'm not sure. I might have to try another one." And so, he did. Then, after we did the same thing for him, I got even more confidence. I suppose it's worth mentioning that, when I was 16, I didn't have a great deal of confidence. I was pretty much broken from things that had happened before. Things that I don't want to reminisce about right now. When I was with Alex though, that all went away and I could be me and I could be happy. I still can. Back then it was a more sort of way, but now it's just a best friend sort of way. And yes, confidence gains always distract me. Back to the story. I gained an inch more confidence and I laid back and asked him, "Do you love blackberries on my stummy?" (I know. I was lame and young and immature. Let me have my fun. He liked it.) and then, he shifted over and ate one off my stummy and left a little kiss there and he said he loved it a lot. then, he sat me back up and leaned back so we fell into the grass. It wasn't a far drop though. So, that's good. We laid in the grass for awhile and it was getting dusky out and there were fireflies. It was very... picturesque. In a way. And we just sat there in the grass then together and I fed him more blackberries  and he fed me some and when it got dark, we pulled blankets and pillows outside and slept out there. And that's it. It wasn't special then... just, Alex and his Piper. But now it's special, because we're not the same and we don't do things like that anymore. I miss it a little, but I'm happy with what I have. Really happy, actually. Happier than I have been for a long, long time. Nicky is reading over my shoulder as I type this, and he told me he's jealous that he never had anything like this before. He never had someone to make really nice, genuine memories with before I came along. So, I'll have to make a lot more of those with him. And that's fine with me.

Stay classy,
-Peter