and this morning at 5:15 in the a(wful).m. he kissed me goodbye...
dressed like a 16 year old boy (beanie with a pompom, a thermal over a collared shirt, and cargo shorts)he left and boarded a flight to go do grown up house stuff.

holy craps.
i cannot stand it.

i am already furniture shopping.
in austin of course.
i. heart. craigslist.

dear august,
where are you?
have you always been this far away?
love,
b