Tea blog- Ride a ferris wheel.

 

I feel like tea is my little savior.

 

I can talk about anything over tea, it's like alcohol...

No, it's not, how would I know? aha..

 

I don't know what I'm talking about, I'm rambling.

 

OH MY GOSH.

 

Finally, in like whatever many months it's been, I've got another cross-out on "the list" last night. I've explained the list before, haven't I?

No, you haven't.

 

No, I haven't.

A list Bear and I started a while back, on stuff we'll do together before we fly into whatever you believe comes after death.

Ride a ferris wheel.

Since I'm mildly scared of heights, I don't know what the heck possessed me to want to ride the largest ferris wheel in Chicago first. But we did.
And on the top, with the cold air, and our cold fingers locked together, he kissed me. Like I'll never forget.

"Is that cherry?"

And it was, just, perfect.
Because everything is perfect when I'm with him.

*Gie gie

Six Degrees of Separation- The Script.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



We're ok... But I may have messed up a little.

*Gie gie

My mouth goes...

 

I try not to worry too much.

 

Hi hi, if you're reading this!... Hi.

 

I feel so, separated. I need my Bear. I need my Bear's hugs.
Those are my favorite.

I keep finding myself thinking 'bout the same things,

*Why are turtles are so effin' cute?!

*How many licks does it take to finish a tootsie pop?

*Mr Lovie.

 

Bear makes me happy. Really happy.

*Gie gie


Let's talk 'bout him, yeah?

 

 Ohhh.. Cuuute.

 

Maybe in a past life Bear was a catholic?

Doubt it.

 

Well that's an old picture. Long before Bear became Mr Lovie to me... So I guess before I knew what heaven on earth felt like, I guess.

 

He's like magic.

 

I'm getting off topic.

Did I have a topic?

 

Mr Lovie is always a good topic!

 

Let's talk 'bout him.

 

*Gie gie



But, God, I miss him.

 

 

Maybe its the way he kissed me.

 

Maybe it was that side-ways smile.

 

Heck, maybe its the fact that Father Evil is keeping me away from bear, and threating to only make it worse  if I don't.

 

But, God, I miss him.

 

*Gie gie