Saturday, September 12, 2009

my boy is the only one capable of being angry with me (just because i was angry with him for telling me what to do in the first place, and worse, was actually annoyingly right), and then fall asleep and dream of the two of us having a chinese wedding, and then wake up and resume being angry with me because i had skipped school, and then feel guilty for being angry with me and find himself travelling to where i am, standing outside my door and demanding a big big hug.

i love my baby.

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