dear love,
i know you’ll be the type of man who can tell, just from the look on my face as i walk in the door, when i need to be left alone and when i need a glass of wine and blue in green by miles davis on a loop.
yesterday was a miles day.
it wasn't a particularly bad one, but there were a few bumps. this week, this month, is one for the books, but i like the thought of one day dancing with you in our living room to a song that calms me more than almost anything. (make a note of that for future squabbles.)
love,
me
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