aaron bought me cigarettes and dinner last night and he bought me dinner tonight and he held me when i woke him up to tell him about my nightmare about a flood (probably has to do with the flashflood of emotion i fear will occur at any moment) even though he'd only had 3 hours of sleep and he wrote me a poem that ended with, "they say there are plenty of fish in the sea / but that doesn't matter, there's only one for me" and i'll post the rest when he gives me a copy and i spent all night reorganizing my closet and doing laundry and today i ate half a bagel and a soft taco and two potstickers and then tried on clothes that haven't fit me for over a year and now they hang off my hips or off my shoulders.
ugh.