Sentimental Laundry
There is a uniform in my washer.

Another trunk arrived yesterday. 
Along with said uniform and other gear was probably every piece of mail I sent him. Even random little notes I'd tuck into a package.
I love his sentimental side, even if I'm the only one who gets to see it.
Well, and all of you, of course. 
Oh! The cards still smelled like perfume, too. 
1 comment
hey this is so beautiful, you sounds like a forever young lover.
