I'm better. We talked a lot. I think he heard me, and I think I heard him. Neither of us is going anywhere tonight and probably not any time soon. We're real fucked up, crazy people, but we're also fucked up, crazy in love. It hasn't stopped. I can't take my eyes off of him when he's in the room with me.
Sometimes I think the story of my life will be a battle between passion and spirit. Tonight, passion is winning. Passion usually wins with me.