favorite birthday.

it was my 17th birthday. it was in the middle of the week, my mom worked late, my older sister already moved out, my little sister wasn't home, my dad forgot about it, the rest of my family was to far away, my friends couldn't come over. i was home alone. you came over. we spent the whole night in my basement watching movies that freaked me out. you knew they freaked me out. you did this so i would sit close to you and hide myself in your arms. we talked, we laughed, me flirted, you held me, i layed on your lap. you held my hand. when it was time for you to leave, you ignored it. your mom called you about five times, each time you said you were on your way home, but after you hung up you never budged or even showed a sign of leaving any time soon. and when you finally did leave, you gave me the biggest hug that lasted for almost ten minutes, you said you didn't want to let go, i didn't want to let go. ...that was by far my best birthday ever. you made me the happiest i have ever been, even when i felt like i was falling apart.

something reminded me of this night, and it keeps playing in my head, it is making me very happy, and very sad. i miss him.