Tyler, if you ever see this, we're relocating to Kelli's.

[maestro_m]

I expected to wake up this morning like I had the four others that I’ve spent in the city: morning sunlight filtering through the blinds, my legs tangled in his, the soft hum of Elvis coming through the headphones that he has a penchant for listening to too loudly. Instead, I found myself rousing wrapped up in cold sheets with a generic piece of hotel stationary in place of where I had gotten used to seeing him already alert and reading the morning paper. “Be back soon” was all that had been vaguely scribbled right under the letterhead and I would have started to panic if I hadn’t seen his guitar resting against the bedside table out of my tired peripheral vision. A few nights ago he explained that he had a Goodbye Girl complex and the only surefire way to know whether he was coming back or not was to check and see if his Gibson was in the vicinity. I ran my fingers along the strings, hoping that his most prized possession would give some semblance of him, but a guitar is nothing more than a guitar if there isn’t anyone there to play it.

In completely unrelated news, I bought the second season of Scrubs and Arrested Development today and I’m unconditionally in love with Kelli Garner. I could make entire updates about her and how perfect we are together, but I’ll leave that for another day. Much to the majority’s dismay, these will eventually get longer, but right now I have some serious snuggling to do. I hope you’re all having a lovely December.