Wednesday, January 29, 2014
candlelit
we've lived here since August, and there's seven and a half months left on the lease. but this is the first candlelight dinner we've had since we've left our apartment, and I never dance in this kitchen. you made meatloaf, which you later called "brickloaf" because it was so dry, but I told you it was delicious because that's what you always do for me. and truly, it was, if only because of the way your skin looked in the candlelight and how you tried to give me what i used to give to you.
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ReplyDeletei danced in the kitchen. he was watching. he loved it. i loved him for it. and i love what your words evoke. sometimes - a universe.
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