|I love me a bit of battenburg.|
Tilly is not a fan. She'd rather gouge out her eyes than eat it.
Earlier in the week, Tilly said that she had come to the decision that she didn't want to jack everything in, not yet. She didn't know if there was a chance of things getting better but the lack of desire to end everything was a positive, right? She bought me flowers and a battenburg cake yesterday just because and has initiated more hugs since then than I think she's done since we last had sex.
|Mt Rainer, like many things, casts a long shadow in an|
And so I wait.