carved in wood
Last night was our made-up anniversary. Arbitrary might be a better word, because we didn’t have a date that made things official.
For three years I’ve been sharing my life with Dan, and its still exciting and awesome and good.
I have a bunch of mushy stuff I could say, but this isn’t the place.
Some things you write on a postcard knowing full well anyone can read it.
Other times, I figure it’s best to skip the postage, shut down the computer, and deliver the message directly.
Current music: Rufus Wainwright “11:11”