2:12 p.m.
i just thought of all the ways that this can end [unspoken: badly] and tears sprang to my eyes. this is all new to me. i forced myself to take deep breaths and move away from that murky future day. Back here, to this gorgeous grey day and this cup of coffee. soft air coming in from the balcony. market around the corner. day at a time.

he said: i hate the distance.

i said: i am here now.

and we left it at that. there was nothing more to say.

2009-07-24

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