waxangel

So, y'know, as frustrating as it is to be ass-over-elbows in love with someone I know nothing can happen with for around a year (regardless of how obvious it is that it's already starting to happen), just spending time with her makes me so happy that it really doesn't bother me as much as it should. Her husband is moving out on Monday. And while we've both tacitly acknowledged that there's something between us, we have in the same vein acknowledged that it must progress achingly slowly. I'm so OK with that.


She drew a kitten on my hand today to remind me to get cat food on the way home.