an affair for sixty years

i'll pretend you're in the war. we all have to move on sometime, don't we?

it's a first; i'm cold. it's white outside, and i wish it was snow, or september. if it were september there'd nearly be snow on the ground, and there'd be no more waiting.

what's right isn't always what happens.
don't i know.

it rained for hours and hours today. i heard many cars sliding and crashing into each other on the brooklyn bridge above me today. there's a camaraderie that comes with living in the city when it rains...everyone's wet together.

let's celebrate in october by running through town in the rain. you can hold the umbrella.
you know i'd hate that.

it's been nearly three months here, and i've finally fully internalized living here. i think it came when i started wanting to get away for little bits. it's not less magical, per se, just...it's routine. and i work so so much that routine really is all i'm privy to. the most excitement i have lately is when they serve something yummy at family meal at work.

and bring all the songs you've ruined for me.
or i could just sing them.

so it's boston this weekend, and i couldn't be looking forward to it with any more excitement. i haven't seen my partner-in-crime in nearly three months. am i different person already?

i'll see you again, i know i will, and soon. whether it's in memories played back again and again, or while watching geese cross the road, i'll know you by your eyes welling up, the nervousness in your step, the anticipation of your fingers across mine.
yes, and you will know me.