two years ago today
i was at this rockin party and i met this super sweet dude and talked endlessly about Lost and Californication with him and went to bed blushing that night after a hug goodbye. i told him he should watch 30 Rock, that he’d love it, and it’s now the show we watch together when we’re bored, the show we’ve seen every episode three times and quote often.
two years is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but it feels like forever and yesterday at the same time. i try not to get all mushy often, but september and october especially remind me of how grateful i am to have met m. and built a little life together with him. how september ‘09 was filled with these ridiculously long conversations over text, and that night where we did the whole “we should go on a date” thing involving silly confirmations of, “wait, does that mean you like me?” “like, like like me?” “me too!”
and october was crisp and cool, and “(Don’t Go Back To) Rockville” was playing on his old phone in his old car, neither of which are around anymore, that night when we got ice cream and went to a party in the mountains with floating lanterns and a bonfire, and how i never wanted to go home because in that moment, late night train taking its sweet ol’ time and giving us a momentary pause, home was redefined.