6 underground

march first already. amazing how slow it seems time passes while it’s passing…and then WHAM! it’s been a year, and you’re still not here with me. sigh.

i plan to watch the last movie you recommended to me and have a tequila and something in your memory. can’t be grapefruit, lover, sorry. interacts with my heart meds. 🙂

i miss you all the time. it’s weird, but i’m hanging on to these last six days in a way. they are the last of the firsts. it’s almost done, spydr. not that i won’t count the “seconds,” too…but they hopefully won’t be as jarring.

i just wanted to get these thoughts down.

sigh