drinking with an ex-boyfriend/amazingly good friend via video chat (and 3 hours apart) as the last minutes of valentine’s day pass. and damn, did that make me laugh and smile. thanks, coy. :)
i’m currently sitting in my living room reading about the armenian genocide and watching say yes to the dress. taking the occasional break for tumblr, facebook, and kleinfeld’s shopping. UHG.
all i can think about is only romantic gesture ever done for me, one year ago, today. that damn handmade rose in your hand (which you hid behind your back at first) when you walked up on my dirty, snow covered porch in the middle of the night. i was already on the porch, smoking a cigarette. you said you wished i was your valentine and you picked me up and you kissed me.