XX.

Not the most yummerz chocxalmond croissant nor pecan pie, but definitely gd times over not-so-gd food. Could spend each raining day hideth in a quaint lil cafe, feasting, flipping mags, playing games on the iPad and squeezing that old flabby arm when we don't break the high score. And being sheltered right till the car door is closed behind me. A mother, and her love.

What else do I really need?
Nothing, in fact.

Yet, She wants more.