It's been absolutely nuts. I could tell you about the weekend, where I stayed at Kyle's house because his parents were out of the house and we had sex like crazy. I could tell you about Tuesday and Wednesday, and getting caught, then getting stuck in the snow and digging out mostly with an old portfolio and my boots, then the long drive to my parents house, then Valentine's day with the unrealized snowmen and sex in the park.
I could talk about the Unknown.
I could talk about last night, where Kyle in the state of desperation he was in tried so hard to convince me that he is bad for me, and I tried so hard to hold him until he felt less sad. About waking up, fully clothed, staring at Kyle's dad. I could tell about going to Victoria's secret with meg, or about when Kyle came over today.
But it's too much.
all way too much. These things happened. they're over. Theyre great stories. But I don't have the patience to type them out.
Instead enjoy this little photo doc of me attempting to dig us out.
1 comment:
I like how much your hair stands out in these pictures. The backgrounds white, your dressed in black, and your hair glows out from your hat. (that sounded like a song)
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