February 2012
5 posts
Come back, here, heart.
My only apprehension comes from logic. I know that it is possible for things to move too quickly, and that sometimes that’s hard to get over, later in the relationship. Most of the time it ruins things down the road.
The other side of my brain, however, the right-side romantic let’s-go-live-in-a-cabin-on-a-hill-come-on-it’ll-be-fun side says life is too fucking short to be...
The sheets are still warm.
apparently, “cute” no longer holds the same meaning; and I’m dealing with it the best that I can.
I did not plan for this to happen… I actually was intending for the exact opposite, but things didn’t work out that way.
I’m rolling my eyes, scared shitless, and facepalming like a motherfucker, but I am happy. Very happy. I just need him to tell me it’s...
