A story about creekbones
one time, he and i were about to go to bed. we sat and talked for awhile, i was laying down and he was sitting against the wall facing me in his long underwear with no shirt on, he looked at me and said “i know what this needs…” (or something to that effect) and he reached for his guitar and sang the first song he wrote for me. i sat and i listened, and i fell in love.