There is something magical about the first few nights of fall-esque weather that makes me want to put on a hoodie and gouchos then snuggle up next to someone. I did the latter of the two last night... and I find myself cursing our very similar yet separate lives tonight because he can't be here to do so again. I'm not complaining because I've got a bottle of the very best home brew I've ever tasted (made by my father at that), but I am yearning for the warmth that I can't generate on my own. I guess this is the downside of finding someone to give a shit about.
On the bright side, I ate a cookie twenty minutes ago.
On the bright side, I ate a cookie twenty minutes ago.