I’ve decided not to try to tell you the long backstory of the man who is now my boyfriend.
I’ve been trying to tell you all along really, and the fact that he’s now my man doesn’t mean the story of his life is really mine to tell. I think I’d rather tell you about the now stuff anyway, because now I’m allowed to stick my fingers in his hair, and write him sappy love letters. (Not at the same time, obviously.)
Look at us, in the same space. I'm not sure how to communicate how HUGE this is.
He lives in New York City, and I’m still here for awhile, so that sucks, but that’s only thing that sucks about us, everything else is magical and perfect and impossibly defiant of gravity.
We will be in love until we die and possibly longer, since my atoms love his atoms and atoms last virtually forever. I know I’m tempting fate to say so, so boldly, but I’m ok with that. Suck it fate. I’ve got my man.
We might look like everyone else, but I can’t escape the idea that we’re going to DO something together, something every one will feel. We might give birth to the AntiChrist, is all I’m saying.
Maybe not. Maybe we’re not magic, maybe this is just a wickedly strong version of a normal phenomenon, like storms becoming hurricanes. I don’t really care. I’m just so goddamn happy.
To commemorate Aurora’s birthday, she and took a train trip up the coast to LA. We splurged on business class tickets, and definitely ate our money’s worth in free coffee and pastry.
We did lots of shopping in the various ethnic neighborhoods that surround the train station, Little Tokyo and the Mexican old town area, Olvera Street. But for me the highlight was being joined by my little sister ZezZee, my childhood friend Jessica, and the legendary Miss Kendra, for dinner in Chinatown.
And as we left, I paused for a moment to drink it in, how much I love my life. And how big a role the wonderful friendships I have with women, with these amazing women, have in that happiness.
“And I don’t know if I’d survive without a friend like you in my life ….”
I thought I’d have him for for only a month or two. I got four. I’m so sad he’s gone, but you can’t say I didn’t appreciate every moment.
….. that this was my senior picture ………
….. the sad fact is that you’d prolly believe me.
It was taken last week.
Someday I’ll look like a grownup ……… right?
I wasn’t checking my email just now, or writing a text. I was taking your picture. You caught me, and there’s been plenty of times you haven’t.
I do it because you’re prettier than you think. I do it because I like all your different smiles, not just the one you save for the camera. And I do it because the older I get the faster time seems to go by and whenever I think to myself “where DID the year go?!” …….. it’s easy for me to remember the answer.
I spent it with you.
One of my new favorite things to do in the Bay area is to walk from Rose’s house in Marin to Sausalito, along the bay, and then catch the ferry into the city.
It’s not a long walk, but you feel like you’ve been to three very different places, all within a few hours.
If I got a nickel for everytime Buckman said, “I LOVE this,” I’d able to afford another vacation.