  :) Fucko is back in my life. He will be referred to from now on as XX/Fucko. He tells me that he wants to take me on dates when he gets back from Europe. He says we just moved too fast and he wants another chance. I said sure, but there will be no below-the-waist activity.
He's okay with that. He says I can sleep in his marshmallow bed when he's away. I'm like a battered woman applying her eye to the fist, but I'm gonna try again with XX/Fucko. I still carry a torch for him and his company makes my life splendider. Though this time around, I will approach with trepidation as I'm fully aware of his heart-breaking skills. 
