Like when he runs with my brother or ex-boyfriends.
It gives me such a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Don't understand it at all, think it must be some remnant from paleo-times when the thought of people you love
Don't yet know how I'd feel if he ran with women I love (or have loved) but think I would be pro that too.
Meanwhile, I'm inside, typing/writing, candles lit, kids in school, aaaah.
