Saturday, October 6, 2012

Day 280/366

You make me happy. You don't even know it. But it's the randomness of our conversations about pigeon poo and other things that make me feel like the calm, simple self. I had almost forgotten what this felt like. Do I need to say more to you? I have a hunch you understand. I think I like you. Do I? Or is this the alcohol talking?

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