today it’s been one year since louis came to tampa to see Of Montreal and planned to sleep on my couch, then planned to kiss me, then planned to fool around for one night, then planned to stay the weekend, then planned to meet up with me three weeks later, then planned to come every weekend, then planned to bring me to new york to build a life together.
blah blah blah. we’re still really happy and we like to hug and kiss and fake fight and learn stuff about each other. i didn’t expect this to happen a year ago today, i expected to get laid and move on. i’m glad to be proven wrong.
