I feel like I'm doing something right because when I look at him, it's there. In everything he does to me, it's there. I don't know what it is, but I know that it's there, and it's never going to leave.
Chris came over today. We ate Chinese. We played games. We threw rolos at each other. We went on tumblr. We went on facebook. We laughed. We cut Chris's hair. We drank soda. We took pictures. We talked. We giggled. We talked about his mark on his nose. We ate chips. We did the circle with our fingers. I got him. We ate hot tamales. We smiled. We walked. We ran. We met people. We felt awkward. Anifbievbiner. We lived. And that's the best thing I could have ever asked for.