pudding

i'm hung over as fucking hell right now. and that thing that i wanted to say, i finally got the fucking guts to say it and he said it too. and it was good. really fucking good. and it's only been three weeks. and it's strange. and i mean it. he even knew i wanted to say it a week ago. it was his first time with it and though i've been around the block with it once before this time i feel it and don't question it. thank god for brandon, i hope he finds a way to heal up the hurt thats sitting like a rock in his chest right now. he will, he knows. we live this way. do we have any other options? i love you guys out there in internet-land. i don't tell you that enough.