You’re browsing the current month on your calendar, being good and keeping a schedule. Then comes that horrid carnal instinct to throw all caution to the wind and flip far ahead to see which day your birthday falls on.
You find out it’s a Monday or Tuesday. Then you realize on top of that disappointment, you’ll also being ageing…
and next year the cycle continues as you plan for a Wednesday.
You write me.
It takes me over one month to reply.
Then I finally do, and within the hour you immediately write me back.
Please, it hurts.
We bought a star and named it after our love for each other.
Why don't you go visit it. Make sure it's really there.