It's time to admit it...
there is someone in my life.
We've been seeing each other for a month now.
I study his structure, worry that I might forget a part of him, we've stuck it out through thick and thin, I spend day and night thinking about him, he even forgives me for calling him mean names.
This might be love right?
George is missing his proximal, middle and distal phalanx but I don't mind.
Having a corn dog dinner together... so romantic!