It may seem odd, but Karan and I couldn't agree on an anniversary. So, it's just the 19th and 22nd of november. I don't mind what day it is, but it is nice none the less.
"I'm glad I haven't found my style yet. I'd be bored to death." ~ Edgar Degas
I don't even understand what originally, this was going to be, except like a portrait of some kind of him. So, this was one of my presents. I like it more than the pastel one.
He likes yellow. I, like Degas, can't stand it. So, Orange-ish colours are a compromise. I adore orange.
So, it was also nice to have a phone conversation as well, on monday and today. Not very long, and I hate my voice on the phone, but it was bloody wonderful to hear his. I can't believe it's been a year though, and to be crazy about a person for that long too. Well, c'est le vie.
On a much interesting note to everyone else, I'm in the thought of buying a few books.
Any suggestions of some interesting authors? I want to try some new things in the world of literature.
Also, Autumn, you called but I was out, but you never called back like you said you would. No worries, I just wanted to know what you wanted.