Omg, the sex.

 

 

 

 

whisper words in the dark, trace your face with my fingers, "what's the last thing you'd do before you die?" pull me in closer and suddenly i am unafraid. your soft breath on my skin like ecstasy. i never want to let go of those moments. i can't let go of those moments. Tonight was so much more than what i expected.

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. she loved before, she may love again.
But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect- you aren't either,
and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh,
cause you to think twice and admit to being human and making mistakes,
hold onto her and give her the most you can.
She may not be thinking about you every second of the day,
but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break-her heart.
So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect moe than she can give.
Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad
and miss her when she's not there.

-Bob Marley

finished here.
I'm not going to fight you, and I will not paint you in a bad picture.
I may be the biggest mistake in your life; but you will always be my biggest lie.
Caught me in the act, I never loved you. You can go.

 

Finally, one of the many boring Home Ec lessons in sec one put to use. I managed to sew Josh's berms button on after he so carelessly ripped it out. It actually looks quite proffessional from the front, the back is just a wasp of thread. Small things make me feel accomplished. I should start making myself "accomplish" my homework.

 

overdued photo from the airport. here you go, Dan.