Bloglander

It’s been two years since we came back from San Francisco, secretly in love. Two years since I blew you a kiss and you put in in your pocket. Two years since our hands first entwined. Two years since you grabbed my ass at the airport. Only two short years have gone by, yet here we are, with scarcely a handful of days between us and our new life out west. It’s Manifest Destiny, baby, and it’s calling our names. So cheers to us, on the eve of our future. I could wake up next to that half-smile forever.