night unfurls her splendour
i'm talking to kate.
it's late- probably past midnight. this doesn't even register consciously to me. the only thing that really does is that fact that i can call. which is nice. well, more than nice. but i also register that i'm probably annoying the shit out of her as i'm having one of those horrible awful girly sometimesithurtstothink moments about a boy.
at least this time around he isn't seventeen.