D is still in Brussels. Sometimes this gets annoying. For both of us.
I offered these feelings to D this morning, when, via GChat, I told him I missed him. He replied with:
“Well, good. I hope it hurts. Like a fork in the back.”
Maybe some girls wouldn’t like that kind of response. But me, that’s what I’m looking for. This is why I love, and why I think he’s totally frickin’ adorable. So much so that I’d maybe like to eat his face with a said fork.
[Jam of the Day]: These United States, The Sun Is Above And Below