Dang

I just saw Big a mere eight-and-a-half hours ago, and already I'm missing him. He pointed out in parting that I'll be seeing him in just twelve days (!) when I'm getting off a plane at SFO (!!!).

But heck.

And, as he's in NYC, presumably without internet access, until Wednesday, it's not looking like I'll be finding any email from him in my Inbox as I've grown accustomed to.

Big is great. Great to talk with, great to sleep with, great to wake up with.

My father knows something's up. Was asking me questions about Big. I guess it's pretty obvious. If only from the dreamy quality I have recently.

Your boy is missing you, Sir. Missing you big time tonight. Hope you're well. Hope NYC is treating you well.

'Night, Sir.

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