He is so fucking beautiful. Can I keep him?


We went bowling last night. Best fun I've had in a long time. Limbs flying, pins still standing, talking into the quiet hours of the night. Cookies, baked fresh that morning. Flight of the Concords. Snoring shapes all through my little happy house.

I found my joy again. I'm not sure how or why but once more I don't need anyone else to quantify it. I'm untouchable. I'm loveable. I'm laughable. I'm free again.

I want to keep him. I'm not sure I know how.