Guyago is my fiance. His family is from the Chicago area; hence our move back here. He’s tall, handsome, intelligent… swoon.
He takes the train to work, which I drive him to each morning at the butt-crack of dawn and then pick him up at in the evening. Since I make the coffee and pack his lunch while he gets showered and dressed, I’m usually in sweats and a pair of slippers when we jump in the car. He’s a saint because he always kisses me goodbye, despite the fact that I haven’t yet brushed my teeth.
he’s so dreamy…