He's in my world.

OK. So. I'm a person thats pretty happy with my own solitude. I have friends and phone calls enough to do me well. I'm happy in my own skin so to speak, and I'm a mom, so that keeps me busy. But...
The other day I was cleaning the mirror in my bathroom, and I noticed a couple of toothbrushes and razors in the cup by the sink. And a shaving cream lid on the counter.

He's in my world. And that so doesn't suck.