I can’t help shipping Laurzona, they look so good together!
I can ship this because the longer they’re together, the longer I get to see Lauren. I only have eyes for her.
i spend so much time with you, but i don’t really know you, i mused to myself as i waited for you to show up. i decided, you can talk. tonight, you will do all the talking. so you came. we sat. you talked. tell me everything about your life, i said. i want to know everything.
i let you open up. more than you ever have with me. you pointed out that you’ve lived here in Vancouver for four years now. you were a closed book when i met you then, and i’ve spent the past four years gently paging through the chapters of your past. you’re giving me a preview of chapters unwritten, and i’m happy to be a part of your story now.
“same difference, huh?” bahaha.
we got pizza and watched the sunset at the beach last night. we traded stories - drinking stories, therapy horror stories, stories about random strangers, and the inner monologue of general crazy that rolls on in our heads.
we watched the sun disappear behind a mountain and watched as the ocean continued to glow turquoise and tangerine long after the sun had gone. we finally succumbed to the evening chill and went for coffee.
we talked about color pairings, privileged kids, our heterocentric society, past and future hair experiments, the key to happiness, the meaning of life, people’s perceived expectations of us, and the way we let them down.
we walked. you both taught me the difference between being affirmed for something you can take actually take credit for (character), as opposed to something that’s out of your control (genetics). how did you know i needed to hear that?
we ran. into old hookups. into pet stores. into glimpses of the past. and back into each other’s lives. this is just the first of hopefully many nights this summer, 2013.