I am not particularly good at "the future." It is a long, scary hallway where its really dark you know there are spiders but you don't know where they are, just that they're waiting to eat your face.
I don't know if I will ever be ready to face the future.
But I do know that right around 1 PM, every day, I am overcome with a very serious want. I want to make dinner, eat animal crackers and complain our days with you.
That's as much into the future as I am willing to go, for right now. In six hours, I want to be with you. Everyday.*
*Except on the day where JBH takes me out for lobster nachos. Then I just want to come home and tell you about it.
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