Dearest George

Yes. I admit. I'm in love. (Ugh )

But let's be realistic- I'm married and when that happens, realism sets in pretty quick. Those recurring used socks on the floor make sure of it But I'm in love with being in love. The comfort of their human-ness, the warmth of their voice and even the sweatiness of hand-holding of someone you adore. Dearest George hopefully captures that. The everyday kinda love an infinite number of kisses, huge doses of longing when they're away, just a wee bit of creepy stalking, lots of chips eating (one needs special nutrition) & the occasional banter about who made the first move. He DID.

(I need this in print so this debate ends once & for all.)

PS: He'll tell you some story about a bus and all. DO NOT listen. Close your ears and hum. Trust me.