I’m trying not to be, but I’m morose. I’m watching him pack as I type these words. He leaves tomorrow morning, early. Our 10 days is up.
(If you don’t know who I’m talking about, search “Johnny” on my blog or go to my Lovers page. It’s a darn-tooting dramatic and romantic story, if I do say so myself).
We stopped by a tattoo parlor tonight, after dropping my son off with my Mom. He got a permanent reminder of me. No, it’s not my face or my name – he’s not an idiot – but it will always be there. It’s really fucking romantic. And sexy.
Yes, we had the conversation about what’s next. Yes, I will share it, but not right now. I don’t know how much I will write about our time together – definitely some of the highlights. But there are moments that will remain just ours, forever.
I will miss him terribly. Thank you WordPress, for helping him find me.