A short story of an un styled, 100% candid night in my friends basement.
That night we hardly spoke, Wil played us music, Keely wrote to me in my journal, I tiptoed around quietly with my camera. None of this was planned or discussed. Each of us just naturally started doing what we love for each other. Wil literally played himself to sleep. Eyes shut, fingers on auto pilot playing with his head in Keely's lap while she sang. Me, totally swooning as if I was watching that scene in the movies, the one that makes your face hurt. You don't even realize you're smiling, wanting to hide a little bit because you feel like you are intruding and you're like "my heart is going to fucking explode" yeah... that was me.
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