Unwritten.

Isn't it bizarre how, when you spend enough time with someone, you begin to feel a strange and abstract connection with them that creates a craving for.... your own past?

It shouldn't be hard to figure out who I'm talking about, but I just LOVE spending time with him. Provided, I'm taken, and that's ok. If Dave wants to get jealous, it's his choice. But sitting on the couch next to him, just hearing him breathe... It makes me feel like I can change my life. Like I have the power to do anything I want. And that's what I'll do. Things for me.

Have a good day, hun. :)