arielcupcakes

The lighting at his house would be good for a movie.

He came home on his half hour lunch break for sex. It was romantic.

I tried to sleep the rest of the day waiting for him to get back from the sweatshop.

He made me Pad Thai when he came home.

We drove around in the rain missing all the turns we take to get back to my house. And it was fine.

The day was sedative-free, which was the only dissapointment. Though perhaps our relationship should be functional in some way.

We're going up to Philly this weekend for Pointless Fest. I'm going up more just for the sake of going, I could care less about the fest. His paycheck will be huge. It should be fun.

I still can't help but feel a little empty, sitting here... alone... nothing to take.

I've lost all abilities at articulating any of this logically. This is shit.