there's your hand on my knee for just one second
but it's long enough for me to be thinking of it
oct 7. riding the subway home. he holds me in a sideways hug that lasts just long enough for me to still be thinking of it. how resolutely firm his grip (how secure i felt) his cheek against the back of my head (i swear i heard him breathe in)
i am reading 'men are from mars...' and marvelling at the wisdom contained in it. it's true, j is a martian speaking a foreign language, a rubber band perpetually stretching close&far, here&away. he is loving me in unfamiliar ways but it is surely love, and everyday i am learning to doubt this less. i am learning his vocabulary.
my LSAT score came in over the weekend and it was unbelievably, out-of-my-control good. i found out at 2am on saturday after coming home from s' house with not a soul to call, so i talked to Jesus, and it was the right thing to do. i wonder what he has in store. on friday i'm meeting j at
Osgoode Hall and we're having a power lunch in our power suits to celebrate. well, that's the idea. neither of us actually owns a power suit, but we do have powerful imaginations!
my first mid-term in 1.5 hours.