Saturday, July 26, 2014

Crushing Season

He's young.

I don't think it never has in the past. Others have been young. And they were still good kissers.

We talk almost every day. I tell Wolverine that I am talking to him. He knows. I don't know if I am validating that I am or trying to be as open as I can about the fact that we talk every day. Not almost every day.

He looks cute in the picture. And he likes my legs (but wants 5 kids so we know that isn't going anywhere). Doesn't make him less cute in the picture, though.

I wonder what he wants. I think I know what he wants.
I wonder if he's going to say it.
I'm pretty sure I know what I want.