1struleiscardio

I used to be really happy in my own company. Like, I would spend days without even leaving the apartment - just me, World of Warcraft and Code Red Mountain Dew. Maybe I'd speak a few words to the pizza delivery guy but, mostly, I didn't speak at all. I didn't really have friends. My parents...almost never bothered to call.

And I was happy like that. Or...at least, I thought I was.
And then I met Wichita.

We still manage silence. We can go...hours without talking, but we're...there together. Lying on my bed. Our bed, I guess. We've been living together for months now and tonight, we're hanging out, me lying with my head against her thigh, reading a book. I reach back and curl my fingers around her knee.

It's...kind of perfect.