blissfully and insanely in love with a man who has referred to himself as "ol' sticky fingers" i'm kind of obsessed with him and he's gotten good grades from everyone in my life that he's met so far
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.