this is my 500th post.
the
first one was about the oscars. i think million dollar baby won that year. god, i still don't want to see that movie.
this one's about damien. he and i have been going out for a year now. on our anniversary we went to maine. listen, i don't want you to get all mushy on me, but it went
pretty much like this. he's the one with the self-deprecating enumerations, the worry over reciprocation, the formal speech that is so exquisitely damien. i'm the one with the shaky leg.
we've spent a full week together, 24 hours a day. we've done this twice. each time i got home and immediately wished i wasn't; each time it was the heavy pressing feeling you get when a vacation ends and you're not quite ready for it to end. i can't remember the last time another person felt more like home than home.
it's been a great year. a really, really great year.