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 ok to feel like this- that nothing bad is going to happen. Even if it is- If I hear it once, I’ll be all right.
Spooling…
