I'm not getting married and I'm not engaged. I'm just in love, though I do have a dentist appointment, which is the only engagement in my calendar.
People take my posts here far too seriously, for reasons that entirely escape me and always will. I write fictively about things that matter to me, that is all.
My extra-voweled-better-half (Shauna) leaves today. She returns to NYC, a city I have always wished to visit as soon as possible. She has promised not to cry at the airport, though I have promised to slap her if she doesn't.
See what I mean?
The girl and I are as lovers united at birth. I always wanted a sister like her, and now I have one.
She cries when I talk about running away from home, so I don't.
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