The one on the right is me...dancing. You are the steadfast one, the one on the right. KISS!

From my garden to you.

Okay, we don't get to be together, but couldn't we just have a happy-sex weekend? Sounds good, doesn't it? Why not?
Oh, and if at the end of the weekend I get stoopid and start to beg you not to leave, just don't pay any attention to me.
I'll recover...eventually.