Hearts and Wrists Intact

Keep typing Ryan, maybe it will keep you from venturing out into trouble....

Like a dog, walking in circles before lying down, my mind has wound itself again around thoughts of you and I.

Plans are as follows: Stand forehead pressed against cool windows meant to keep uncool things out, not keep them in. Tonight everything feels backwards so this just fits in with the theme.

I'll stick to crossing my heart or t's because fingers give me away every time.

Please show up at my door and remind us both that I'm still alive. Here's another "I heart you" that I should be whispering against your ear tonight. This weekend was a glimpse into a few of your cute quirks, and if I'm lucky I might see them all.

I heart the way we let the ringing of our cellphones become background noise when we're together... and the way that you'll answer my call even when you have better things to do.

Who needs a gym when we work our abs out with the laughter between us. Surreal is the word that unlocks the definition of the events that happen around you and I when we travel.

AndAgainThisIsJustForMe