Composure

I'm always more composed here. As a writer, as a blogger, I can be succinct.

Him, with him, I dance around the topic, can't quite put my finger on it, aggravate myself and my lack of words. I can never quite find the right combination of words to say Sleeping next to you has changed my life. Waking with your hand on my hip bone, waking with my face pressed against your shoulder blades, waking from your unbearable warmth, waking next to you: it's made my life.

Love letter, part too many to count

"WHAT I AM NOT:

My brother and I used to play a game. I'd point to a chair. "THIS IS NOT A CHAIR," I'd say. Bird would point to the table. "THIS IS NOT A TABLE." "THIS IS NOT A WALL," I'd say. "THAT IS NOT A CEILING." We'd go on like that. "IT IS NOT RAINING OUT." "MY SHOE IS NOT UNTIED!" Bird would yell. I'd point to my elbow. "THIS IS NOT A SCRAPE." Bird would lift his knee. "THIS IS ALSO NOT A SCRAPE!" "THAT IS NOT A KETTLE!" "NOT A CUP!" "NOT A SPOON!" "NOT DIRTY DISHES!" We denied whole rooms, years, weathers. Once, at the peak of our shouting, Bird took a deep breath. At the top of his lungs, he shrieked: "I! HAVE NOT! BEEN! UNHAPPY! MY WHOLE! LIFE!" "But you're only seven," I said." — Nicole Krauss

It wasn't nothing.

Runaway

One of my friends thought that I'd run away with someone when I knew it was right. Me, the man hater, the man user - she told me she thought I'd meet someone and immediately run off, off into love, and that I'd never look back. She thought that when I met someone who was right, it would be right, no going back.

I ran away to Chicago.

(I've met someone right.)

As the world turns

I moved to Chicago to change my life. My life is still the same, I just dress more weather-appropriate.

I sought a man for the exact same reason.

(It seems I've got quite a bit to learn.)

Lovestruck

Once I'm in, I'm in, and it's wonderful with him. I'm not interested in dating anyone else, or being with anyone else. We spend a lot of time together, and it's really great. It's just like any other relationship I suppose, but I'm not constantly thinking that something better might be out there. I don't think there is anything better than him.

How sappy have I become? Forgive me, please.