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Thursday night on an impulse I took a trip to see someone who I really care about. It was a long drive, I was super tired, and I didn't realize that some gas stations request that you must "lift a handle" in order to pump gas. Who would have thunk it? Gahaha. With all the annoyances said, it was still far beyond worth it.
The last three days of my life have been absolutely blissful, so much to the extent that I feel it may not have even been real.
We partied ("IS THAT MAN ROBBING A BANK??"). We slept in (cuddle). We cooked (I made delicious deviled eggs). We had a picnic (no recycling here?!). We went to a couple of really quaint record stores (free posters, holler). He took me out to a bunch of cute restaurants. We fell...hard (I'm shaking at your touch). I even got him to dance (he never dances). It was funny. Two beers for a dollar.
It's Sunday. He's sleeping. I have to leave today...how? Where do we go from here... The consequences seemed as if they should have been ignored for this weekend. Unfortunately, reality will strike and when it does I'm afraid we have no lead.
The last three days of my life have been absolutely blissful, so much to the extent that I feel it may not have even been real.
We partied ("IS THAT MAN ROBBING A BANK??"). We slept in (cuddle). We cooked (I made delicious deviled eggs). We had a picnic (no recycling here?!). We went to a couple of really quaint record stores (free posters, holler). He took me out to a bunch of cute restaurants. We fell...hard (I'm shaking at your touch). I even got him to dance (he never dances). It was funny. Two beers for a dollar.
It's Sunday. He's sleeping. I have to leave today...how? Where do we go from here... The consequences seemed as if they should have been ignored for this weekend. Unfortunately, reality will strike and when it does I'm afraid we have no lead.