kalischild

I can start the story, but it has yet to have an end. A girl so right, so fcked in all the right ways, one who understands, one who will meet me anywhere. But more importantly, one that i will meet anywhere. To cut my trip short, to leave the hedonism that Copenhagen promised, to meet her in but a few days... the longing is such sweet pain. Then in her arms, kissing her deep, holding her as if it is the last day on earth. When nothing else matters, nothing at all but to be with her. to be turned on by the simply thought, or the sound of her voice.
I walk around all giddy, walking into things, almost rolling a tractor from my manic longing.

only 2 days, 18 hours, and 25 minutes till we see each other again.


Is this the one? the one and only?

god i hope so.