I’m on lunch, sitting in my car, texting, and checking my pervy social media.

I’m having a moment. It’s a reflective, calm, warm one.

I’ve had a lot of Darth thoughts recently. I used to sit in my car, to this view, and talk with him. I miss him. I miss his humour, our chats, our connection/friendship (and the sexy stuff because I’m dirty like that). Not in a horrible way that hurts, more of a soft way – where the past is just that. It’s good not to hurt anymore. Amen.

It’s been a busy week so far, and this lunchtime breather is appreciated.

I miss Misty, and his/her amazing smile. Just thinking about it makes me feel good.