I leave for Seattle and say, "I miss you."
And you say, "Then why did you leave?"
I call and I hear loud music and I shout, "Oppa, I still miss you!"
And you say, "I can't hear you. I'm in an obnoxiously loud bar. I love and miss you!"
And I laugh and say, "Drink well and love you too!"
There is no jealousy or anxious feelings. As soon as my sister is back, we're breaking out the booze. I'll see you Sunday. And really, that's just fine.
We've got this, baby.
I think that we've finally reached a new level in our relationship.