you i could write.but you, about
i stay up late, thinking about you, until i finally pass out with exhaustion.
then i spend the rest of the night with you in my subconscious.
when one of us aren't concentrating, and the little word slips out, the punishment is a smack on the hand :)
hopefully we'll say it less.
i think i still say it quite often.
my head is throbbing. well, not my actual head, the little pieces of meat where my temples are. whatever it is that's there, it hurts.