December 2008
6 posts
None of My Beeswax
dearoldlove:
My lips are chapped from not kissing you.
Rght now, I wish I were kissing you, like our first kiss when you opened the hotel door in Boston. Or every kiss that “required a passport” in a 48 hour period of time. If you were reading this … you would immediately know I was talking about you.
Watch“Go into the world and find what’s random, beautiful and new.”
Mike Oliveri
mikeywheels.com
FWB
dearoldlove:
We were supposed to be friends with benefits. Now we’re not friends, and I don’t think either of us benefited.