This weekend has been awesome…one of my friends came to visit me.

At first I was scared to spend time with him, but we hit it off pretty good as time passed.  I wasn’t scared of him.  I felt comfortable around him and smiled a lot.  To keep it simple, I was myself.  He told me that he was enjoying his weekend very much.  I’m glad he did, after all, I was enjoying it very much too.

Last night, after our choir’s performance, we went out for a bit.  We ate something (mostly I did but who cares) and after that I took him to most beautiful site there is to see the towns lights from.  We sat next to each other.  He gave me this whole speech about his life, the girls he’s been with.  Then he said that for once in his life he’s going to take his friends advice.  He then stood up, put his hand on my lap, the other in my neck…and then he kissed me.

This hasn’t been my first kiss, but it was definitely a unique one,  but the thing is this:  He told me he’s in love with me and I don’t quite share the same feeling.  He’s a really good friend.  That’s all I want him to be, but I didn’t have the guts to say it to him.

As we drove through the streets we came across this song Bad Day Daniel Powter.

Tis nice