Rents.

So I met this guy and I'm like... "Wow. You're perfect. You make my knees buckle and my heart skip beats and you think that my laugh sounds like a noise a seal would make. Wow."

And then I'm like, "Fuck. I have a boyfriend." But not fuck in a bad way, fuck in a, "Why did I have to meet you now when my relationship with my boyfriend is floundering? You're making things tipsy, by no fault of your own. It's just the instance, y'know?"

So I'm like, "Fuck."

Fuck 'cause I love Andrew and obviously need to learn what it's like to be singular and focused on a relationship that I've committed myself to, even through the bad shit. Even though Andrew will never watch the Little Mermaid with me. Even though Andrew burps in my ear to make me squeal like a fuck and I hate it.

So fuck.