I've taken to writing on my hands this week. I guess I just want to feel closer to the Dom. There had been so much of him these last few weeks. I wish I had someone to squee with. I'm sure I look like a bleeding idiot when I squee at work, looking at all the lovely pictures.
No one understands what it's like to be inside my head. All these chemical reactions that occurr when I relate something to him. Whether I see picture or hear something that reminds me. And everything reminds me.