I'm going away and I will try very hard not to think of you in any sense, shape or form. I know you will sleep with other people while I'm gone. funnily, the more time I spend with you, the less I mind your non-monogue nature, plus I have those freedoms too. maybe you'll be gone, girlfriended, plucked from my gingerly hugs, by the time I get back, but if that's the case I think you're locoohh.