It's times like these that make me dream of what it would be coming home, to you, all messed up. body hacking, head exploding and sneezing all the way to you, to your warm harms. To your amazing carrot soup :P, to a afternoon of snuggling, to love.
But no, there's no home, and there's definitely no contact. Because you have work and I have to work/ die in my bed without you anywhere near.
Sometimes it's just hard... I hope it is as agonizing to you as it is to me, even though I may seem so calm on the phone, you know, it's called being/trying to be mature, and it SUCKS!
Love shouldn't be mature or responsible or any of that shenanigan crap, and I hate when it is...
Flor, new addition to the family!
There's nothing like baby love...
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