This boy

I think this boy needs time. Not you, baby boy. But the boy that still lives in me. You see, I am constantly bombarded because of my Peter Pan problem: I don't look/act my age. Isn't that ironic? In a very Alanis-like way? I know sometimes I seem old to you. So for once I'll act my age while following my inner boy. 

I'll take the advice of that boy and will do what he wants: to chill. After today I think I need it. I know we're cool. We'll catch up later. I'll see you the day your play starts. Of course, if you want, we can talk before that. Arrivederci, yummy baby boy.

XOXO