come over and explain things.
2005-06-09 @ 10:23 a.m.

today feels better about coming home. somehow on that minature getaway i fell in love with my husband all over again; and even if we need groceries as if we had never bought groceries before, though our kitchen is baren dry and we have fourteen million things to catch up on, last night we ordered chinese food, sat in front of the tv and watched good will hunting with our fingers in one anothers hair. something about love means something about something else. do you ever get tired of figuring everything out? sometimes my life seems like a series of math equations, all coming at me at once until the numbers get jumbled and I'm not making any sense. and then i look at mike and it's like, how did you do that? i'm sitting here trying to figure out how you figured out my entire life. how did you walk into my world, pick me up, dust me off and stay two steps behinde me telling me i could do it all the way through all that bullshit? how did you stay on my side? because, sometimes, i wonder if i would even know who i was without everything you did for me. every once in a while i'm not even sure who you are first: my lover, or just my best friend.

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