I got to see Flannel Man the other night. We held each other so right, kissing and talking and laughing. We spent an hour on his porch, and it was wonderful. At one point, my face buried in his chest, I felt a few tears squeeze out. Relief upon seeing him again, sadness that we're not together, just being overwhelmed with the moment; I don't know. But he noticed, holding my face in his hands, wiping the tears away and kissing me, holding me tight. We talked on the phone another 2.5 hours.
We're desperate to see each other again, soon.
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