STILL S...

OK, judge me. Still, when I think of my ideal man and I end up listing his characteristics, I always, inevitably, unavoidably list his characteristics. I just can't get used to life without the gentle Englishman. The only man who has sent me Valentine's, chocolates, books, cards. The one who used to dream about us going to buy groceries and buying nuts in spite of his disliking them just because I love them. The migraine patient. The blue rimmed hazel eyed giant. I may have not hate February 14th anymore thanks to him and only him.