Monday, February 26, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Sometimes it feels a little surreal.
I mean, a year ago, I was crushing from afar. Like, seriously afar. He was in Wisconsin. And the idea of he and I was nothing more than pet daydream. You know, right up there with owning a yacht and sailing the Mediterranean for a summer, or going shoe shopping with Gwyneth Paltrow.
And so when we're sitting on the couch watching tv, and I ask him to hand me the tissues, and he does, and I look at him, sometimes it hits me.
Holy fuck.
The man of my dreams just handed me a box of tissues.
A year ago, I never would have guessed.
So who knows, next year, maybe we'll sail the Mediterranean. Just My Nick, me, Gwyn, Chris, Apple and Moses.
It could happen. My Nick taught me that.
I mean, a year ago, I was crushing from afar. Like, seriously afar. He was in Wisconsin. And the idea of he and I was nothing more than pet daydream. You know, right up there with owning a yacht and sailing the Mediterranean for a summer, or going shoe shopping with Gwyneth Paltrow.
And so when we're sitting on the couch watching tv, and I ask him to hand me the tissues, and he does, and I look at him, sometimes it hits me.
Holy fuck.
The man of my dreams just handed me a box of tissues.
A year ago, I never would have guessed.
So who knows, next year, maybe we'll sail the Mediterranean. Just My Nick, me, Gwyn, Chris, Apple and Moses.
It could happen. My Nick taught me that.
Labels: anniversaries, Gwyneth, love letters, My Nick
Friday, January 05, 2007