You were filming "The Good Wife" outside my work for a whole week. I kept hoping to run into you, and while going to lunch one day, I looked across the intersection and there you were, crossing the street into my outstretched arms (you wish). You stood to my left as we waited for the light to change and blew a big ass bubblegum bubble, color me impressed. I turned to you, touched your arm and said "hey, I don't mean to be a pain in the ass, but I think you're awesome." You said "thanks," and we made the smallest of small talkz as we crossed the street together. I wanted to touch your face so bad as it looked softer than the softest baby butt.
If you see this, let me touch your face.
