When given the opportunity to ask me any question and receive an honest answer, he asked of what color my childhood reminded me. He helps me put on my coat. He opens doors for me. He calls me lovely. He misses me when I’m not there. He brings me tea. He shields my eyes during the violent parts of movies. He keeps me company while I wait for the mailman.

Found lots of journals from high school this weekend. In retrospect the above seems silly (how could these things possibly be enough?) but also a little sad (remember when those things were enough?).


First brodown of 09-10 took place tonight and it was an indicator of good things to come.