this morning #1770.
this morning, we had a bunch of lychees for breakfast. FREAKIN’ LYCHEES! part of a care package that came yesterday from john’s mom. have you ever tried them? if not, you should. i liked them but they’re an odd lil’ fruit. size of a golf ball. tough exterior. soft inside. mostly sweet. sort of like me. the last three traits, at least. anyway…your apology. gave it more thought yesterday. spoke with a colleague. not 100% ready to move on but i don’t want to hold what you said over your head. as long as you’re not a jerk about it again, i accept. i get it. you were excited about reuniting. me too. i should’ve made that clearer. just think though. when we reunite in june, you won’t know what to do with all the love i’ll have stored up for you.