Gigging isn't the only thing I do, I plant markets too, OK fine, just plant market, sans the s.
She was looking for something fragrant, my mom, so she asked if I wanted to buy some Dama de Noche with her. I said no at first and then I said yes. She was just so endearing. So she and I had a Valentine's day date.
We ended up buying bushes of blossoms whose names I forgot. And a plant, a Calamansi plant. And Dama of Noche of course. We smell nice at night now, come visit me and I'll let you smell them.
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I was the worst girlfriend on Valentine's day. I threw a fit and I didn't come bearing gifts, unlike Miks. He didn't throw a fit and he came bearing gifts. He got me books. NickfuckingBantock. I have wanted, even just one, for a decade, they just felt so indulgent, I have never gotten myself one.
He gave me two.
And now I want to kick to myself, for being stupid. I was a monster and Miks was the sweetest. Those were the best gifts he has given me. Well those, aside from his love of course. Oh OK, I'll stop with the cheese now.
Hey belated Happy Love Day.
And Miks, you hot piece of ass you, I love you, I really do.