"Hell hath no fury like a bean gone bad"....read on

I light cigarettes for her.

Use my handkerchief to wipe away the drip of coffee that went down her face.

Go out to dinner with her on the occasion.

En process of writing her a calligraphic letter.

Go on errands with her just because and carry her stuff.

Blow off the company party and spend Labour Day with her instead.

Plan to help her paint her kitchen (all though she tricked me into it)

Nearly destroying my car to get to the hospital in the city to spend over 7 hours with her,  5 am to 12:47, leaving my jacket because I thought she looked cold. (371.86 in repairs! and still missing the side mirror on the drivers side!)

Hold her when she is drifting off, her head on my chest, hand in her hair and  keeping her warm. A quiet world with only the two of use breathing, listening, living.



I am a 20 year old who acts like a 40 year old.