i love him more and more. i hope he is as genuine as i let myself beleive he is. is it bad that i lose trust sometimes?
i still love him either way.
how mushy and gross.
life is harder than it needs to be. most of the time. but it is also beautiful and grand and lovely. days off with the ground covered in snow. still. puppies and kitties and a lonely fish in a much larger tank than it had before i saved it from the pet store.
one day i will believe in magic again.