Sometimes D will tell me he’s feeling insecure and/or jealous about something I’ve done, and, though I’m usually surprised by the cause, I actually kind of like it. I like knowing that we both feel like we have something we don’t want to lose. He’s really gotten vulnerable with me over these last few years, and I cherish that.
In other news, have some pics I took tonight out in the yard. We may have been drunk.