Antonella
Daylight savings is approaching, relieving the world of its depressive claws.
Something about the sun setting before five in the afternoon really puts a damper on your day.
It’s still cold outside, yet we’re sitting on a bench outside of Lick n’ Crunch, people-watching and shivering my ass off while I slowly eat my dessert.
Bruce got a mint chocolate chip cone for himself, and he smiled wider than the damn Cheshire Cat when I just stared at him.
“My entire world revolves around you. If you want mint chocolate chips, then that’s what I want, too,” he had said.
“Do you even like it?”
“I like you, does that count?”
“No.”
He just went and sat down, a satisfied look on his face as he lapped up the sweet cream.
He doesn’t appear disgusted, and I admit that I’ve spent half o
