"Haz, did you watch the news this morning?"
This is the second day in a row that I get to see you, and have you know about it.
I see you every day – I like the way your yellow bedroom walls look with your black bedding, by the way.
You tell me about the barista guy and your late night hook up – they both made the news.
So you only like famous people?
You think I'm joking, but that's a serious question.
I can be famous for you, if that's what you want.
You don't want me to be famous for being dead like they are.
That means you love me.
Which is good because I love you too.
