The boy and I are discussing kids, the state of our upcoming marriage, laughing, making out, being happy.
Well, we were, but now I'm here, writing to you, and he's in the living room talking to his upstairs neighbor.
All I know is this - it's raining softly, I've got my music, and my boy is apparently convincing his neighbor that he matters. Damn holiday depression.
Regardless of all, I want you to know that I appreciate you taking the seconds to read my foolishness, and occasionally telling me your thoughts, and I look forward to another year of telling you about my life.
Kisses. I love you. Be well.
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