I skipped the boyfriend cut women’s denim, and went straight for the pair of old men’s jeans I keep for that time of the month when nothing seems to fit, and nothing else feels remotely comfortable. Tissue top is XXI, and the scarf was from a vintage shop on 7st.
D is back home to me.
I’ve realized that the majority of our time together in the past couple months has been cut short or rushed because of putting others’ desires above our own. Sadly, I’ve allowed myself to busy up with insignificant things and miss out on growing and learning more about D in return. I picked him up from the airport yesterday and we had no tasks to complete, I had nothing “urgent” to tend to, our phones were quiet…. and we finally got to just BE.
While I’d love to ramble some more (those of you who know me, know this is proven true), D and I are headed to get some Chai, some McMuffins, walk around aimlessly, maybe start a few controlled fires in abandoned streets, DIM SUM, and laughing until we have tears in our eyes.