2 smoothies, mine passion fruit green tea with a shot of raspberry. had i known the shot would be an extra 40 cents, i would have just had it plain. oh well. even the poor have to splurge sometimes, don't they?
dinner of lemon poppyseed bread and a blueberry muffin, shared of course. we tried each others' smoothies. (that's one of the things i love about being with someone; our options are doubled. if we can't decide what to order, i'll order one and he'll order the other, and we'll eat half of each. i suppose one day we may have to choose one thing for the both of us, if this whole relationship thing gets that far, when our bodies are too old to handle an entire plate all to ourselves.)
such a public place, such private things shared. sitting on the very edge of our stools, overlapping into each others' space, our hands an inseparable mess in the middle of the table, disentangling only to remark on the footprints of different animals that were embossed onto the tabletop.
girl: you don't understand. this is the first time some of these people will be finding out who i am. i have to be the BEST.
boy: then all you have to do is be yourself.
i felt like we were invisible until the poor barista approached our table and said softly, "sorry to interrupt, but we'll be closing in five minutes..."
oh. oh. jolted back into the world. gathering our keys, stepping down, stepping out into the heavy, still-a-humid-74-degrees-at-10 p.m.-in-october night.
and pressed against my car in the street, holding you tight,
i wondered how i ever survived without these nights
Monday, October 8, 2007
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i'm giggling to myself. it's quite pleasant, in fact.
i'm glad you're finally experiencing the emotions that every girl should have the privilege of encountering. i have so many great late night wheaton memories...it's good to see you're making some as well. about damn time.
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