Man, I Really Wish I Looked at Myself the Way He Looks at Me
Even I don’t think I’m that nice
Today, he cried again.
And not just babyish, simpering sniffles but full-blown, deep-throated gurgling screams with a torrential stream of tears spurting out of each eye.
I mean, there was almost a little lake at my feet by the end of it — if there even was…