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We begin arguing within seconds of finding each other, snapping and growling over how long it's been since we've seen each other. Later, Priceless Pearl will say of my apartment, "Wow, I haven't been here since I was married." The argument burns out quickly, just a way for us to both show that we've tried as hard as we're willing to try, a feeble acknowledgment that we can both still be hurt by the other, no matter how much armor we put on before the rest of the world. We both have the power to hurt the other, and I think this scares us, makes us avoid making plans.
Over dinner, we talk about the future, another familiar pattern. If I was sixteen, seventeen, if I were still twenty or twenty-four, I'd sit patiently through this part and wait for what I thought of then as the "real" conversation to begin. Later, we'll talk about the long thorny road which got us to where we are today, and I wonder when the future became more important to me than the past. ( Read more... )
Over dinner, we talk about the future, another familiar pattern. If I was sixteen, seventeen, if I were still twenty or twenty-four, I'd sit patiently through this part and wait for what I thought of then as the "real" conversation to begin. Later, we'll talk about the long thorny road which got us to where we are today, and I wonder when the future became more important to me than the past. ( Read more... )