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I was almost late. Almost. But I flew out the door and across the county knowing very well that being late for the big reunion would seal my fate as the "unreliable girlfriend" and I didn't want that.
So I walk in all sly just in time to see him set his bags down and bend down to tie his shoes, looking for me at another door. He sees me and it's instant relief.
Haha, he wants to make sure I lift my foot when I'm kissing him.
He looked different than I remember. Three weeks will do a lot to people. For example: I'm not so sure I care as much as I thought I did. Maybe because I met someone else or maybe because I can look at him differently now. He's probably deathly afraid I'll want some kind of commitment or even worse for a bachelor of his candor, babies. But I know I could never of my own accord. Some people are forever meant to be "Aunt" or "Uncle" so-and-so, unable to find a guest to bring to dinner parties. That's me.
Dragged our tired bones out of bed for the sportsbar ritual of the World Cup, where we sat with a table full of Germans. I ran into an old friend, as always. The group at the end of the table were for Italy, because of course, their Italian friends were sure to throw better parties than the Germans. We shared Indian cigarettes while I quietly read the paper.
There was a full rainbow over Florence, Texas as we were on our way to the Ranch to see family. Momalou baked him one of her famous pecan pies. We popped off the rest of the fireworks from last year.
And this morning it's back to routine. I don't want to sleep in his bed until noon and wait for him to return for lunch anymore, so I left.
So I walk in all sly just in time to see him set his bags down and bend down to tie his shoes, looking for me at another door. He sees me and it's instant relief.
Haha, he wants to make sure I lift my foot when I'm kissing him.
He looked different than I remember. Three weeks will do a lot to people. For example: I'm not so sure I care as much as I thought I did. Maybe because I met someone else or maybe because I can look at him differently now. He's probably deathly afraid I'll want some kind of commitment or even worse for a bachelor of his candor, babies. But I know I could never of my own accord. Some people are forever meant to be "Aunt" or "Uncle" so-and-so, unable to find a guest to bring to dinner parties. That's me.
Dragged our tired bones out of bed for the sportsbar ritual of the World Cup, where we sat with a table full of Germans. I ran into an old friend, as always. The group at the end of the table were for Italy, because of course, their Italian friends were sure to throw better parties than the Germans. We shared Indian cigarettes while I quietly read the paper.
There was a full rainbow over Florence, Texas as we were on our way to the Ranch to see family. Momalou baked him one of her famous pecan pies. We popped off the rest of the fireworks from last year.
And this morning it's back to routine. I don't want to sleep in his bed until noon and wait for him to return for lunch anymore, so I left.