I just stood and stared lovingly at my a picture you sent me of yourself flipping me off for like five full minutes.

Two minutes later…

I just went back and stared at the same picture again for another two minutes. I swear to god I do not miss you all day long. Really. I swear.

Had to memorialize my feelings in the form of a sexy selfie:

I want you to imagine eating them off of me.

Craig, I want you to know that I consider my relationship with you to be valid. You are not secondary. You are not a supplement. You are your own dang thing.

We are together. Maybe not in the sense that either of us is able to focus exclusively on the other all the time. But I don’t think that makes us any less together. I could do this forever. I really could.