Dude...

I SO fuckin love this man.

He called me to tell me he missed me. Asked me how I was, how much work I had, how my hands are feeling. Told me that I'd been on his mind all day, and that he wanted to rub my stomach for me when I came over tonight.

So fuck the dumb... I'm going over there tonight. Because I miss him too.

And I guess I'mma tell him. Because I want to scream it every time I think of him. So I'm just gonna quit worrying about the time frame and any other assorted bullshit. I'mma just tell him. Real quick like, not all overly dramatic so I don't scare him. Just like, "I love you, you know that?"

Shit of course he don't know that. But he will. Tonight.

Its on. Lemme finish working.