It's been 2687 days.

That's 383 weeks.

88 months.

7+ years.

And yet, there are still times that he manages to stir up fuzzies in my stomach, a rustling of the souls of the butterflies that rest in peaceful slumber.

I hope this still happens in another 2687 days. 5000 days. 1825000 days.

I changed my journal's layout. I'm quite proud of it. Originally, all the various shades of green were various shades of pink. I'm much happier with it.

So much happier that I had to make a special little post about it. Yay. ^.^