memories of things past

[threeplusfire]

I just ran into Keith downstairs. He looks the same as ever, sandals and shorts and that smile. Funny how time changes things, and I don't get that same visceral thrill of desire when I stand next to him. Still a gorgeous, intelligent man anyways. He's finishing up the revisions on his book, which should be published later this year. I'm looking forward to seeing it in print, after so many hours of discussion in the basement.

Days like this make me miss my college life.

I wanna see movies of my dreams, I wanna see movies of my dreams, I wanna see movies of my dreams