Two damn years. Yeesh.
I miss my person.
I dreamed of your lips
and the taste they would carry
before I kissed them.
Seven thousand miles apart, and T is still taking pictures of wild bunnies for me.
This is the last photo of T that I took before I left Chicago. He was playing a flight simulator and his body was getting super tense and into it, and I couldn’t stop laughing because I love it when people get so into a video game that their body reacts when doing so doesn’t affect their gameplay at all. There really isn’t any point to this post other than I miss him a whole damn lot.
On a scale of one to ten, I love you!
I love you with all your flaws and unconditionally…well maybe not if you stole from me or killed my family.