Mr. T from the A team was talking to me. He was telling me about how hard it is having a relationship.

I was telling him how my boyfriend and I work opposite schedules, so we only see each other a few days a week except in our sleep on the other days.

Mr. T told me that he feels my pain.

He put his arm around my shoulders. I couldn’t stop staring at the muscles.

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Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 13 July 2012 10:01

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