dragonflycq

Things I've realized:

Wine makes me cry.
Wine helps me talk.
He gives a shit.
I think he sees my point of view.
He sees a side of me that nobody else can.
I see a side of him that nobody else can.
He's going to tell his whole family about me.
He thinks it's endearing when I cry.
He will call me with the calling card I bought him.
He's a good cuddler.
He needs a bigger bed.

Razor skooters are good for 3 blocks or less.
Any more than that is torture.
I'm not cardio-fit.
I'm still clearing out smoke from my lungs since I quit.

I could eat a mountain of peanut butter cups.
But I'd need milk.
Lots of milk.


I'm going to miss him terribly, and cry a lot.


My eyes are tired from crying.