How 'bout we just keep things real for now and just enjoy what's going on.
It doesn't need to be spelled out, divvied up, muddled around or decided. You got yours and I got mine.
I always get like this when I see that name in my inbox, I don't want to see it there. You think I like being reminded of you every time I glance at my token knee scar from the last time we journeyed out in the nighttime? (because secretly I do, I really, really do.) Whatever. I have lots of tights and pants and opaque things to cover it up. (but really, I love when it's not covered up.) I can't quit you. (but do you want me to?)
far from the overkill, far from the overload...
