What's for breakfast?

"You never really know why somebody wants to be around you, or if they do genuinely like you. I wish everyone had a label on their forehead so you could automatically tell their intentions. Sometimes you just wish that no one wanted anything from you." — Carrie Underwood




9:00 AM, 18 August, Monday.

Mr. Big called.
The next thing I knew, he was standing in my doorway with breakfast in hand and a bear hug to drown me with. Aside from a mouthful of bread shortly after, he had several mouthful of words tumbling.

"Baby..."
"I miss you."
And then came another hug.
A longer one.

"I'll see you soon."



Guess which one I got to digest.




Note to HER:
Just think.