It's your 42nd birthday today.
I took you out for dinner and drinks on Saturday. Le Petit Paris... a lovely French restaurant. You act very gentlemanly... open doors, help me put my coat on. We go to multiple bars... it is the Downtown L.A. area after all and there are a lot of places to go.
We end up at a brewery near your house. You keep saying you have been wanting to go there. We talk a lot... we're both a bit tipsy. And I know you are because you're sharing again. I reveal to you that I have been seeing a therapist and you share that you once saw a psychiatrist... I'm shocked. Shocked that you would share this and shocked that you needed this... but somehow it makes sense... how you are... how you refuse to get close to me.
We spent a great night together. Sleeping in your arms is heavenly and hearing the rhythm of your heartbeat is one of the best sounds. The little kisses you gave me make my heart ache for you more. You were much more affectionate.
Happy Birthday, love!
1:36 p.m. - 2019-04-29
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