Its been so long but here it goes
Its so nice when things work out better than you had planned. That job you weren't going to take ends up promoting you. That relationship you never thought would happen has turned into something you never thought you would have.
This weekend we prepared for shitty weather, planned on staying indoors, hiding from the rain. Instead we had enough sun to darken our skin and enough rain to force us together, curled tightly under blankets like hands in prayer.
Today I laughed as I watched him, desperate to get some sun, belly up like a fish out of water, arms splayed out like jesus, on his dock. He asked me why I was laughing and all I could do was shrug and smile.
How do you explain that you are laughing at someone's idiosyncrasies just because they are not your own? That you enjoy them because they form a flexible boundary between the two of you, letting you in but still letting you know that you are separate? That it is these tiny things that pile up into memories, that keep you here when things are not as simple as sitting on a dock, enjoying the weather? It is these things that I hold onto, not the fights or harsh words, rough times or tears.
He smiled back and I added it to my catalog, a mental snapshot of how things really are and how they should be.
This weekend we prepared for shitty weather, planned on staying indoors, hiding from the rain. Instead we had enough sun to darken our skin and enough rain to force us together, curled tightly under blankets like hands in prayer.
Today I laughed as I watched him, desperate to get some sun, belly up like a fish out of water, arms splayed out like jesus, on his dock. He asked me why I was laughing and all I could do was shrug and smile.
How do you explain that you are laughing at someone's idiosyncrasies just because they are not your own? That you enjoy them because they form a flexible boundary between the two of you, letting you in but still letting you know that you are separate? That it is these tiny things that pile up into memories, that keep you here when things are not as simple as sitting on a dock, enjoying the weather? It is these things that I hold onto, not the fights or harsh words, rough times or tears.
He smiled back and I added it to my catalog, a mental snapshot of how things really are and how they should be.