is gonna be okay.
We had our first fight. Weird: we talked about it, perplexed about the notion. I guess it just happened. It's odd how yelling at you and throwing away my phone and shoes makes me love you more. Sorry I hit you, though I can barely remember what we fought about, the look on your face stains my memory.
Your post-sex slumber is cute. Let you never see this blog.
<3's kyle