Game Over
Many weeks have passed since I did something I thought I was not capable of doing—I sacrificed my happiness for the happiness of someone else. I suppose I now know that true love is indeed selfless, and you’d happily sacrifice your life for the person you love.
Dixon and Finch would be damn proud.
I’ve laid low, needing some downtime, because this concept of being a responsible adult is f*****g exhausting. I’m seeing Dixon and Finch tonight because it’s Dixon’s bachelor party. As far as bachelor parties go, I’d have more fun knitting booties with Betty White, but he made me promise to keep it low key. He wanted to get back to our roots and just have a few drinks like the good ol’ days, gossiping like old hens.
I wanted to do something spontaneous, but since Mary left, the onl
