I don't remember much of last night, but I do remember leaving the bar in a flurry of tears. I think I had given up on him b/c I thought he had given up on me. I think I was wrong. Even if it was the booze in him talking, there was enough booze in me to make it meaningful, meaningful enough to send me running away into a cab, sobbing, and still remembering the feel of his body on mine as we hugged.
Dammit.
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I don't know what to say... but we finally posted some new pictures of the boy. It always works for me.
No words are necessary. The pictures more than suffice. He is delicious, and I miss you guys!
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