sunset
I dragged him out onto the beach last night, long after the kids were in bed, long after the stars had come out to dance their way across the sky. We sprawled out on our backs and just talked, for hours. About our careers, about our family, the two of us. About how the new x-ray technology used in airports will finally reveal that Ann Coulter is a man.
He went in to check on Deke and Ava, brought back a bottle of wine and we cracked it open. By the time it was finished we were tangled together, whispering secrets into each other's skin. There was a faint pink on the edge of the skyline when we finally stumbled back inside. It's something so amazing about being with him that I always seem to forget the passage of time.
I remember when we first started this, how unlikely it seemed. Almost angry on occasion, like we both had something to prove. Maybe we did. I don't spare much thought for other paths that might be taken, the only what-ifs that linger are those that tease me about where we might be today if we'd just made that leap earlier. I don't begrudge it, though. Time does what it must, and we both came into this with enough battle scars for a lifetime, and in the time that's passed since I've watched them heal, fade, as we build something new together.
I woke up to the children bouncing on the bed, Seth's eyes cracked open halfway, bemused and a tiny bit bewildered. I know the expression. It's a crazy place to end up in, but here we are. When they'd abandoned us for more entertaining distraction, I watched him doze. Traced the lines of his palm and wished for a moment that I knew what they said.
Except I don't believe that our futures are predetermined, slashes along flesh, already set in space and time. That's what makes this all so exciting. I've spent most of my life trying to plan every moment and I can't anymore. He won't let me. The uncertainty of what lies ahead is the challenge and the reward. My utmost trust that he will be there to face it with me colors everything, washes it over in comfortable hues.
I don't know where the road will take me, but I know where it leads.
I know he is my home.
[The time has come, the walrus said. It's been a great ride, and I want to thank all of the people who made this role so much fun. Zooey, Joseph, Matt. I only wish there had been more ways in which we interacted.
Franco, who pushed his buttons in altogether different ways. What a way to go gay.
There isn't enough I can say about Seth, here, there or anywhere. One badass motherfucker, an amazing writer, and someone who I adore in far too many ways to verbalize here. You're a rockstar, Gesshel. Thanks.
No picking, no choosing, best of luck to all of you. See you when I see you.]
He went in to check on Deke and Ava, brought back a bottle of wine and we cracked it open. By the time it was finished we were tangled together, whispering secrets into each other's skin. There was a faint pink on the edge of the skyline when we finally stumbled back inside. It's something so amazing about being with him that I always seem to forget the passage of time.
I remember when we first started this, how unlikely it seemed. Almost angry on occasion, like we both had something to prove. Maybe we did. I don't spare much thought for other paths that might be taken, the only what-ifs that linger are those that tease me about where we might be today if we'd just made that leap earlier. I don't begrudge it, though. Time does what it must, and we both came into this with enough battle scars for a lifetime, and in the time that's passed since I've watched them heal, fade, as we build something new together.
I woke up to the children bouncing on the bed, Seth's eyes cracked open halfway, bemused and a tiny bit bewildered. I know the expression. It's a crazy place to end up in, but here we are. When they'd abandoned us for more entertaining distraction, I watched him doze. Traced the lines of his palm and wished for a moment that I knew what they said.
Except I don't believe that our futures are predetermined, slashes along flesh, already set in space and time. That's what makes this all so exciting. I've spent most of my life trying to plan every moment and I can't anymore. He won't let me. The uncertainty of what lies ahead is the challenge and the reward. My utmost trust that he will be there to face it with me colors everything, washes it over in comfortable hues.
I don't know where the road will take me, but I know where it leads.
I know he is my home.
[The time has come, the walrus said. It's been a great ride, and I want to thank all of the people who made this role so much fun. Zooey, Joseph, Matt. I only wish there had been more ways in which we interacted.
Franco, who pushed his buttons in altogether different ways. What a way to go gay.
There isn't enough I can say about Seth, here, there or anywhere. One badass motherfucker, an amazing writer, and someone who I adore in far too many ways to verbalize here. You're a rockstar, Gesshel. Thanks.
No picking, no choosing, best of luck to all of you. See you when I see you.]