So there's just a quick fall in and fall out but quick can't be considered quick if it was for more than a year. I know nothing about it, not in my life, not at all. Wandering can't be that great so late at night, can it?
Communication. Smooth, too smooth, too perfect, perfect enough. I've nothing to do tomorrow and there's almost everything that I have to finish. Running about, bills, dry cleaners, bills, bills, clothes, and luggage. How's that for quick plans?
The metal on my finger's already too much a part of me, I took it off for a moment to wash the dishes at one point today and I started to panic. Quick thoughts about it falling in the drain and then something out of a Jerry Lewis movie would probably ensue. It's more than just something to smile about, it's something to remind me that no matter how much this feels like a dream, it's real, we're real. The 25th will be half a year so far, half of a year. 180something days of her. I'm more than dependant on the girl. A day away from her is more than obvious on my demeanor, and gladly that is a rarity. I've never felt this way before, I've never falling for someone like this, she says the same thing. So, this is the first for both of us. I'm only hers, she's only mine.
It's been this way forever.
Because that's just how it feels.
I'm not sure but I might do something with Brian this week or the next. That is if he's stopped hating me for not listening to Camper Van Beethoven.
11 days till I leave.