and i am flawed.

i miss you already. i woke up in my own bed today, not on my air mattress that was better than yours, not in an office filled with clothes, not with kittens around, and there sure as hell wasn’t anyone there to wake me up with a diet coke. i miss you. i love that we picked up right where we left off despite the fact that eight long months had passed. this weekend was normal, perfect, and everything in-between. i love and miss you more than anything. you’re the best-best friend ever. i believe in you, good things are coming.

please visit soon.

i don’t think my heart can take another eight months.