"...You left..."

 

"...You left your mark on me, it's permanent, a tattoo..."

 

If you're gonna eat my lunch then why don't ya come do it?

I like your taste in foot ware :-).

 

Used to be, you were just in my heart and I was taking you everywhere with me.

Now there is something tangible.

 

Nice.

Very nice.

 

Should be in good shape when I get home for the weekend.

Not a lot to take care of when I get home.

It's why I busted my ass the last two days getting stuff done.

 

Love you.

Just tired as hell.