Aww, while trying to Shazam a Beatles song I may've actually like, today in a café, I somehow managed to unintentionally block the General, causing my phone to pretend the line is busy as he called, as he usually calls, every hour, if we are apart. Few minutes later he called again, to same result. Knowing I am not the type to talk on the phone unless something’s wrong, he proceeded to ring me persistently, resulting in – within two hours span – seventeen missed calls and three texts. I am in awe of how deeply that man needs to control my well-being. The slightest signal something may be wrong unsettles him. He won’t admit it, but that is his fourth most adorable feature.