Gah! Tell me about it. It's friggin' crazy to feel that!
So, okay... I did say he was a bit of a prick a few days back but to update you, what we had wasn't a fight at all. Well, at least it wasn't what it looked like a day or two after. We started talking again as if *nothing* happened. Heh. Tension was noticeable on the first try but talking it out made things a lot smoother. Hehehe.
Knowing that I won't be able to talk to him for a week or so kinda' bums me out. Can you imagine how I'm dealing with this? Grab every opportunity to go out and party. Just to keep my mind off of missing him. Picturing him experiencing the open road is too cool for me to do it justice. I'm actually quite envious. I can only hope he'd stay safe and *good*. Ha.
Ahem.
What's that, Sasha? You're already marking your territory? Silly thing. He's not yours so mind your own business!
Alright-y then, you can stop talking to yourself now.
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(In my best Horatio Caine impersonation): That, my friend, is called . . . love.
ReplyDeleteEek. Don't you think it's a bit early to call it that? Hahaha.
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