InnerBrat wrote:
*suppresses memory of coming out of bathroom one morning to be greeted by flatmate's boyfriend's Morning Glory*
suppress, godsdammit, suppress!
Was it that horrible? Or that nice?
I still recall the first time Nitram came to visit... He was getting out of the bath, and I passed him a drink through the door, just in time to catch a glimpse of the towel hanging off his ... *AHEM*...
And when I mean hanging, I mean hanging, as neatly as a coat on a hanger, and just as straight.
I still fantasize about that day.... and I still wish I'd followed my instincts and just took him to bed then and there.
![Crying or Very sad :cry:](./images/smilies/icon_cry.gif)
It was another 6 months before we made love.
Nitram, slightly high on cough syrup: Do you know you're beautiful?
Me: Nope, that's why I have you around to tell me.
Nitram: You -are- beautiful. Anyone tries to tell you otherwise kill them.
"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP" -- Leonard Nimoy, last Tweet