p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I'm exhausted. I never sleep but I'm never this tired. I think I'm getting sick or something. I just feel so shitty. It's possible that my mental state has gotten so bad it's affecting my physical state too which is just the shit cherry on top of my shit sundae that, in this metaphor, represents my life./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I don't even know how I got here. I remember being happy for a while there; like, more than usual even./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Christmas was a flop. I got a ukulele from my parents, boots from Craig, flavored lube and condoms from Kenny, an art kit from Wendy, a gift card from Token and Clyde got me a mug that had a small compartment on the bottom for holding cookies which, even though I found it completely impractical, I greatly appreciated it. It made me feel weirdly good getting a present from him. I'm not one to go out of my way for other people. But I finally got Craig an E-Cig. I figured that would be better than a vape. I didn't get anyone else anything. I should've gotten everyone else a gift and then not given one to Craig. That was too mean./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"That isn't why Christmas was a flop though, no the presents are probably the only thing that would save the event from being a total shit show. I had a huge argument with my parents. It started with my mom talking about my medication again and it ended with me shouting that I'm fine and letting it slip I'm still with Craig. So. Yeah./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"In regards to Craig... I mean, I don't know. Sometimes he's good and when he is it's great. It makes me forget about it all. We're able to go into our own little world sometimes so it doesn't matter where we are. That is, until Craig gets too paranoid. And when he's not good, it's horrible and sad and just so sad. Lately, it's been seeming more of the latter and lately it's been seeming more of my fault that it's that way./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Clyde hasn't been less of an asshole, as much as he's just been really quiet. Token struggles to keep us where we usually are. He fills the empty air with stories about his parents or complaining about teachers, basketball and sports, even cars because he apparently likes those. And Clyde will say something. And I will say something. And Craig will frown and stare into space like he's pretending to be alone which, I'm sure none of us feel good about (us being Token, Clyde, and I and not Craig. Because I don't know what Craig ever thinks or feels. He makes me think he's the bipolar one.)/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I had the first panic attack I've had since Eric Cartman stuck his fat sausage finger in my ear. It wasn't bad but it was different than my usual panic attacks. I just felt like it really wasn't okay because it really isn't. It made it harder to come out of it. I felt alone too. Even though the nurse and the counselor and some administrator was there. I felt like I was in a cell, alone./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"When I came down though I really didn't feel like going back to class so, in typical Tweek fashion I left, grabbed the old razor and rode to my favorite hill./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"This time, no Wendy showed up when I smoked on the swing and the cashier didn't even say anything when I bought cookies and a coffee from the convenient store by school. And I know he knew I was high./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"When I get back to school it's the end of lunch. I manage to catch Craig before class and pull him into the bathroom for a quick make out. Because I'm hoping he'll come home with me today and this way he'll be thinking about it all day and be more likely to come with me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The rest of the day I go to my classes and I try to just be quiet and unnoticeable and am fairly successful, I guess. At the end of the day I snag Craig from Clyde and Token./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Come over," I mumble, as close to him as he'll allow at school. The hall is mostly empty though. There's hair sticking out of his hat that I want to tuck away but I don't./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He doesn't say anything and kind of looks away but I stare at him because I know it'll make him say yes. "You don't want to?" I ask./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No, I will," he says./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Then why is your face like that?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm just thinking," he says which gives me an unsettling feeling in my gut. I wish he'd finish that sentence with what he's thinking about because it wasn't a good face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig asks Token for a ride and he's real chill about it. I think Token and Clyde really like it when Craig and I are together because they think I make him feel better. One can only hope. Also I think Clyde's given up on him. Which makes me want to punch in Clyde's stupid face but I don't./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I'm not confrontational./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"My parents aren't home. I mean, that's why I invited Craig over and he probably could've guessed it. So after we wave to Token and Clyde and get inside I grab him and crush my lips against his. It's desperate and I don't even care. Neither does Craig. He pushes back and we stumble to the couch./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Too quickly we're both naked and hard and too quickly I'm inside him and too quickly we're both covered in come and panting heavily. I guess I feel better but I kind of don't and that's scary./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Because if sex with Craig doesn't make me feel better, what would?/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"We stay together on the couch naked and watch TV but it's more just me playing with Craig's hair until he falls asleep which doesn't take long./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I get up to make some coffee and I'm almost certain I woke him up even though his eyes stay closed. When I come back to the couch he's staring at the screen./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I had a panic attack today," I say sitting at the end of the couch. Craig moves and rests his head in my lap./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What class?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I chuckle, "Like, first period." I twist a black lock of hair around my finger as much as I can. It's hard because his hair isn't that long anymore./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He's quiet. "Why?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shrug. "Sometimes they just happen."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig stares at me long. "Yeah," he looks away. "Tweek," he says./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"A shudder goes down my spine, "Yeah?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He glances at me again and then Craig pulls me down and kisses me. "What?" I say, smiling a little. But Craig just looks at my face and kisses me again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Um," I kind of chuckle. "You okay?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig sighs. Whatever he wants he's having trouble articulating which I'm used to at this point it's just a little worrying./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig kisses me one more time but this time when he pulls away slightly he says, "I emreally/em like you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"That unsettling feeling returns and sits itself comfortably in the center of my gut. But this should be a good thing. Why doesn't it feel like a good thing?/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I really like you too, Craig..." I tell Craig sincerely. I'm not sure what else to do. But Craig doesn't look satisfied./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""And you know," Craig starts. "When I get angry and stuff it's at myself and not you right?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I snort, "I guess?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm trying..." he says, "emreally/em hard," he adds. "Even though it doesn't look like it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I believe you," I tell him, petting his hair. "It's fine, Craig. If you're not happy, man."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig shrugs, "I just wanted you to know you're helping and I appreciate it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What a weird and random thing to say but thanks," I lean down to kiss him. "But I don't really care if you're angry at me or yourself, I'd just rather you just be happy." Craig smiles and laughs at that a little. Then he nods like he knew I'd say some stupid shit like that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What do you wanna do when you graduate?" he asks me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shrug, "I don't know. I'd leave but I don't know where'd I'd go or what I'd do without my parents. Plus, if I'm weird in South Park, could you imagine how fucked up I must be in the real world?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's South Park," he tells me. "Not you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thanks."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What if we left together..." Craig tries to say this nonchalantly. He says it like he's asking me to go out to lunch or about homework./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"So I don't believe him. I laugh. "Yeah, we could go to San Fran just like Mr. Garrison."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I laugh really hard at myself but Craig just shakes his head, "Could you see me in California?."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"So I stop laughing. "Are you being serious?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. It's nice but I'm over it. I'm not saying I wanna move to Florida because fucking gross but like, not San Francisco."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No," I say. "About me coming with you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Well, yeah," he says. "I mean, it'd be easier for rent if we were roommates and if you came I'd have an instant roommate. I don't know what we'll do or where we'll go but there's still a lot of time and shit."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Craig..."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh Jesus Christ, Tweek, don't cry."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What'd you mean? You basically just asked me to marry you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig laughs and runs his hand down his face but he doesn't deny it and that makes my heart flutter happily in my chest, blowing away that stupid feeling in my stomach. "What about New York?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig laughs, "No. Absolutely not."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Why not?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm not going anywhere where it snows."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't wanna go south."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't wanna go north."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Fine, I don't wanna go emtoo/em south."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""We're already pretty south, Tweek."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Georgia, Texas, Mississippi..."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig groans. "What about Arizona?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Does it snow in Arizona?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't fucking know."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""A small apartment or luxurious mansion?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Smallest thing we can find."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Freelance artist or boring accountant?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Freelance accounting," Craig says./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Kids or no kids?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Jesus," Craig laughs. "I don't know. I can't raise a kid. We can barely take care of ourselves." We laugh./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"We laugh and then we kiss and laugh and then we kiss more and then somehow I'm inside Craig again. This time is different though. In a, 'we have a mutual deeper understanding of each other' way and it's not at all scary. I even fall asleep after./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I don't even know how I got here. I remember being happy for a while there; like, more than usual even./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Christmas was a flop. I got a ukulele from my parents, boots from Craig, flavored lube and condoms from Kenny, an art kit from Wendy, a gift card from Token and Clyde got me a mug that had a small compartment on the bottom for holding cookies which, even though I found it completely impractical, I greatly appreciated it. It made me feel weirdly good getting a present from him. I'm not one to go out of my way for other people. But I finally got Craig an E-Cig. I figured that would be better than a vape. I didn't get anyone else anything. I should've gotten everyone else a gift and then not given one to Craig. That was too mean./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"That isn't why Christmas was a flop though, no the presents are probably the only thing that would save the event from being a total shit show. I had a huge argument with my parents. It started with my mom talking about my medication again and it ended with me shouting that I'm fine and letting it slip I'm still with Craig. So. Yeah./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"In regards to Craig... I mean, I don't know. Sometimes he's good and when he is it's great. It makes me forget about it all. We're able to go into our own little world sometimes so it doesn't matter where we are. That is, until Craig gets too paranoid. And when he's not good, it's horrible and sad and just so sad. Lately, it's been seeming more of the latter and lately it's been seeming more of my fault that it's that way./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Clyde hasn't been less of an asshole, as much as he's just been really quiet. Token struggles to keep us where we usually are. He fills the empty air with stories about his parents or complaining about teachers, basketball and sports, even cars because he apparently likes those. And Clyde will say something. And I will say something. And Craig will frown and stare into space like he's pretending to be alone which, I'm sure none of us feel good about (us being Token, Clyde, and I and not Craig. Because I don't know what Craig ever thinks or feels. He makes me think he's the bipolar one.)/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I had the first panic attack I've had since Eric Cartman stuck his fat sausage finger in my ear. It wasn't bad but it was different than my usual panic attacks. I just felt like it really wasn't okay because it really isn't. It made it harder to come out of it. I felt alone too. Even though the nurse and the counselor and some administrator was there. I felt like I was in a cell, alone./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"When I came down though I really didn't feel like going back to class so, in typical Tweek fashion I left, grabbed the old razor and rode to my favorite hill./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"This time, no Wendy showed up when I smoked on the swing and the cashier didn't even say anything when I bought cookies and a coffee from the convenient store by school. And I know he knew I was high./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"When I get back to school it's the end of lunch. I manage to catch Craig before class and pull him into the bathroom for a quick make out. Because I'm hoping he'll come home with me today and this way he'll be thinking about it all day and be more likely to come with me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The rest of the day I go to my classes and I try to just be quiet and unnoticeable and am fairly successful, I guess. At the end of the day I snag Craig from Clyde and Token./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Come over," I mumble, as close to him as he'll allow at school. The hall is mostly empty though. There's hair sticking out of his hat that I want to tuck away but I don't./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He doesn't say anything and kind of looks away but I stare at him because I know it'll make him say yes. "You don't want to?" I ask./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No, I will," he says./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Then why is your face like that?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm just thinking," he says which gives me an unsettling feeling in my gut. I wish he'd finish that sentence with what he's thinking about because it wasn't a good face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig asks Token for a ride and he's real chill about it. I think Token and Clyde really like it when Craig and I are together because they think I make him feel better. One can only hope. Also I think Clyde's given up on him. Which makes me want to punch in Clyde's stupid face but I don't./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I'm not confrontational./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"My parents aren't home. I mean, that's why I invited Craig over and he probably could've guessed it. So after we wave to Token and Clyde and get inside I grab him and crush my lips against his. It's desperate and I don't even care. Neither does Craig. He pushes back and we stumble to the couch./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Too quickly we're both naked and hard and too quickly I'm inside him and too quickly we're both covered in come and panting heavily. I guess I feel better but I kind of don't and that's scary./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Because if sex with Craig doesn't make me feel better, what would?/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"We stay together on the couch naked and watch TV but it's more just me playing with Craig's hair until he falls asleep which doesn't take long./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I get up to make some coffee and I'm almost certain I woke him up even though his eyes stay closed. When I come back to the couch he's staring at the screen./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I had a panic attack today," I say sitting at the end of the couch. Craig moves and rests his head in my lap./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What class?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I chuckle, "Like, first period." I twist a black lock of hair around my finger as much as I can. It's hard because his hair isn't that long anymore./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He's quiet. "Why?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shrug. "Sometimes they just happen."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig stares at me long. "Yeah," he looks away. "Tweek," he says./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"A shudder goes down my spine, "Yeah?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He glances at me again and then Craig pulls me down and kisses me. "What?" I say, smiling a little. But Craig just looks at my face and kisses me again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Um," I kind of chuckle. "You okay?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig sighs. Whatever he wants he's having trouble articulating which I'm used to at this point it's just a little worrying./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig kisses me one more time but this time when he pulls away slightly he says, "I emreally/em like you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"That unsettling feeling returns and sits itself comfortably in the center of my gut. But this should be a good thing. Why doesn't it feel like a good thing?/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I really like you too, Craig..." I tell Craig sincerely. I'm not sure what else to do. But Craig doesn't look satisfied./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""And you know," Craig starts. "When I get angry and stuff it's at myself and not you right?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I snort, "I guess?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm trying..." he says, "emreally/em hard," he adds. "Even though it doesn't look like it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I believe you," I tell him, petting his hair. "It's fine, Craig. If you're not happy, man."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig shrugs, "I just wanted you to know you're helping and I appreciate it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What a weird and random thing to say but thanks," I lean down to kiss him. "But I don't really care if you're angry at me or yourself, I'd just rather you just be happy." Craig smiles and laughs at that a little. Then he nods like he knew I'd say some stupid shit like that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What do you wanna do when you graduate?" he asks me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shrug, "I don't know. I'd leave but I don't know where'd I'd go or what I'd do without my parents. Plus, if I'm weird in South Park, could you imagine how fucked up I must be in the real world?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's South Park," he tells me. "Not you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thanks."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What if we left together..." Craig tries to say this nonchalantly. He says it like he's asking me to go out to lunch or about homework./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"So I don't believe him. I laugh. "Yeah, we could go to San Fran just like Mr. Garrison."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I laugh really hard at myself but Craig just shakes his head, "Could you see me in California?."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"So I stop laughing. "Are you being serious?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yeah. It's nice but I'm over it. I'm not saying I wanna move to Florida because fucking gross but like, not San Francisco."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""No," I say. "About me coming with you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Well, yeah," he says. "I mean, it'd be easier for rent if we were roommates and if you came I'd have an instant roommate. I don't know what we'll do or where we'll go but there's still a lot of time and shit."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Craig..."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Oh Jesus Christ, Tweek, don't cry."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""What'd you mean? You basically just asked me to marry you."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig laughs and runs his hand down his face but he doesn't deny it and that makes my heart flutter happily in my chest, blowing away that stupid feeling in my stomach. "What about New York?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig laughs, "No. Absolutely not."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Why not?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm not going anywhere where it snows."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't wanna go south."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't wanna go north."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Fine, I don't wanna go emtoo/em south."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""We're already pretty south, Tweek."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Georgia, Texas, Mississippi..."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Craig groans. "What about Arizona?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Does it snow in Arizona?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I don't fucking know."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""A small apartment or luxurious mansion?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Smallest thing we can find."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Freelance artist or boring accountant?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Freelance accounting," Craig says./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Kids or no kids?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Jesus," Craig laughs. "I don't know. I can't raise a kid. We can barely take care of ourselves." We laugh./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"We laugh and then we kiss and laugh and then we kiss more and then somehow I'm inside Craig again. This time is different though. In a, 'we have a mutual deeper understanding of each other' way and it's not at all scary. I even fall asleep after./p