The last few days have been . . . as close to perfect as it gets, I think. I couldn't stop smiling if I tried.
Via text: ♥♥♥♥ so much
Too good to share. I want this/it/him (and the details) all to myself.
Anyhow. Dinner tomorrow evening with Champ. No definite plans afterward. Don't particularly care: I never much liked New Year's; the last 5 or 6 have been awful. Forgettable at best.
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