i broke up with my bofro recently. its been rough. we loved each other a lot. i think i felt stronger about him than he did me– or maybe i should say, i needed him more.

he was beautiful: strong, flavorful. unique. always there. he looked great in blue but could also wear yellow, knowhatimean? nothing could compare for getting through tough times. great times. just-times. i loved him to pieces. i miss him like hell. its why im a total mental case at the moment. his birthday is on this saturday and i cant even tell him happy birthday.

this is a pic of him (before he cut his hair):


happy birthday, baby.