September 04, 2009 | Published in | 2 comments

I only spent a total of six days with R this entire summer. It is wrong on so many levels for two people in a relationship to see each other so rarely, but despite the blatant boundaries, neither of us care. I left for Singapore early one Friday morning after having struck a deal with my boss to take off the day before. My phone had died on the way and he couldn’t contact me and I couldn’t contact him. Through clumsy telepathy and use of a public telephone, he managed to track me down. I had to hit him with my Longchamp before he noticed me in his state of sheer panic. The first thing I told him was how bad his hair looked. “I know,” he replied, “I know." And then he gave me two taro pies from Burger King and a bottle of Pink Dolphin.

I am a punk rock princess with the worst temper when I am with him.

2 Responses

  1. yiqin; says:
    5 September 2009 at 09:39

    :( I hardly see my boyf too

  2. denise says:
    7 September 2009 at 09:41

    that is actually a really sweet story at least with a great ending :D and this can be cheesy/lame but sometimes absence makes the heart grow fonder (lol okay i wrote founder at first and i was like waaaaaaaaaaitaminute.)