back from the cottage.
so i don't forget

"i've been waiting for you. what took you so long?"

"i can't imagine anyone looking like you."

i got to meet your parents. they were everything you had described. your mom listening to leonard cohen, your dad passing on interesting newspaper clippings. your mom was gorgeous, your dad had all the character that came across in your stories. you looked so small beside them.

"i was afraid you'd get bored of me."
"were you afraid of getting bored with me?"
"nope."

we slept on your porch under mass amounts of blankets. and made love with our sweaters on.

we watched annie hall.

"i was just thinking about how we just watched a movie about the end of a relationship."

you don't bore me. we can sit in silence. by the fire... reading our books. you looked amazing passed out by the fire you know. i couldn't concentrate on my book.

"i just want to do everything with you."

"i want you."

i won't say comfortable. that's a bad word. i can just sit and be with you. but you also drive me crazy. i don't have the urge to smother you like i have had with others. i can exist with you so easily. with such incredible results.

"all at once you make me feel like a child and so grown-up."