don't ya hate it when that happens?
Sunday, June 12, 2005
i let go of his hand for a split second to grab that blue pen i really like that i stole from work. i reached over and started to write on the inside of his wrist.
"hey! i don't really like that" he said.
we had a little banter about ink absorbing into skin, but i really wanted to leave a little note. in the end, i got what i wanted, for that time at least.
"you make me :)" scribbled messily on his right wrist while he drove...
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