dear matty (aka what tracy does on a tuesday night)

remember when you realized i had my eyes wide open looking at you in the middle of the night after i'd snuggled up next to you, and i couldn't stop laughing at your reaction afterwards? "i love you," you'd said. that was last night.

today at dinner you were telling me about the 24 packs of the pasta you like that you bought, and that they were enough dinner for two not one when i said that cooking for one is a pain.

and when i asked you to snap a photo of us with my phone, you asked, "why?" and "because i want one" was reason enough. soon after you caught me tampering with the photo on picnik even though i tried to hide it with my hand when you came over to my computer.

(to be continued...)