Itinerary
posted December 10th, 2019 at 10:00 PM
My apartment after a long day. Rain outside and an open window. Something baking in the oven I made. A fresh salad you assembled. Two glasses, different drinks. Some podcast we manage to agree on. You taking sarcastic shots at someone of inferior politics/intelligence/taste on your feed. Me reading a book, making agreeable noises. Those looks across the couch. Dinner ready, meal eaten, drinks drunk, cat fed. We go to bed. Looks become breaths. Below us, an unquiet city. Between us, contentment.
17 Comments
Post a CommentGood Grief
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:29pm
Zzzzzzzz
Sounds
Dec 10, 2019 at 11:38pm
Like the begining of a sexy Romance novel.
You forgot the forplay, sex scene.
And the cuddling after.
Sexy start though, So
Tell us more.
M.. Romance !
Vancouver loves a good story.
A reader
Dec 11, 2019 at 3:10am
I enjoyed reading that. If you wrote another I would gladly read it too.
Much respect
Dec 11, 2019 at 10:13am
For anyone that can make their own oven.
Beautiful!
Dec 11, 2019 at 11:28am
The best time I’ve had in my life was spent with my SO. 20 years and counting now. No need to do great things together- just enjoying each other’s company in the simplicity of our life is sufficient.
you win
Dec 11, 2019 at 12:33pm
most boring confession
Nice
Dec 11, 2019 at 3:53pm
congratulations very happy for you
Us
Dec 11, 2019 at 4:03pm
Before the baby
lowered expectations
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:22am
that you wrote "taking shots at someone of inferior politics" is one of the saddest most honest things I've ever read.
The depth of someone captured in so few words. It's both lovely and heartbreaking.
OP
Dec 12, 2019 at 2:46pm
To those who scoff and yawn and critique, I understand that you approach this post with certain assumptions. In truth it’s the half-spun fantasy of someone desperate for a simple life with a certain person while knowing with wrenching confidence that it will never happen. It’s the light that bled through a chink in an otherwise steely armor late on a dark night and from the depths of my sorrow. If I could make it be, I would have it. No passionate declarations, no drama, no loss or pain. Just simple togetherness. But I can’t. And this post is part of accepting that reality.
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