twenty-something

*Crash scratches his head, looks around the hotel room. It's quiet. His roommate is reading. Inside crash is screaming in frustration.*

Almost 1400 miles, and I'm still not far enough away.

It's the eve of Valentine's Day, and I'm in Minnesota. And Duncan still finds a way to get under my skin.

He loves me. He can't stand me physically. We have hot sex. He betrays me. He writes a heartfelt love note.

He's looking for "Right Now" on Manhunt...

We're fighting on IM. I'm confused, angry, tired... just as any boyfriend/ex-boyfriend/open-relationship-sex-best-friend would be on this hallmark holiday when things are so fucking up in the air.

It's snowing out and the city is beautiful, really. "We'll figure out," he says. I hope so. And soon.