Is because overnight, he gave my stomach butterflies. I’m virtually certain I retired from the butterfly stomach business.
And he says it’s no coincidence.
And the people who know us say it’s no coincidence.
And I say he’s always been the Fonny to my Tish.
And there’s no pressure.
And he says I make him think.
And I say that he lets me feel.
And we don’t have a curfew.
And rather than expecting an outcome, we’re examining the possibilities, and that’s cool enough for me.