the old days.

we had a trip into the good old days.

my cousin, mark, came to visit from the east coast. i always thought he was so much older than me, but he's really not.

i remember hiding under the bed and secretly trimming his leg hair with a pair of scissors while he played video games.

now we are adults, i guess. 

i love that matt is my best friend. i love that i feel as natural as naked around him. i love that when my cousins (who i idolized as older and more mature) come to visit we do the math and realize that matt is older than them. it makes me feel less like a nerdy tag-along.

it feels so good to have a person and to belong to him back.