hikari and marico

two years looks much neater written down than it probably feels from inside. #

Two years for Hikari and Marico today. I messaged her earlier and she answered approximately nine centuries later because apparently she had better things to do on her anniversary than entertain me on MSN. Rude. It made me think about how relationships look from outside. Everybody counts years because years are easy. Two years, three years, five years. Nice clean numbers. From inside, though, it’s mostly a collection of stupid details nobody else would even notice. Knowing what the other person orders before they order it. Knowing whether `”fine”` actually means fine. Knowing when to stop arguing because the argument stopped being about the original thing twenty minutes ago. Knowing that `”I’m almost ready”` is fiction but waiting anyway.

Maybe that’s why I don’t write everything about Yuri here. I write that we went out, that he calls me Bambolina, that he laughed at my bag, that he annoyed me. That’s enough. I have never liked the idea that because something is important it automatically belongs on the Internet. Some things are important precisely because they don’t.

Happy two years, Hikari + Marico. Now answer MSN faster.

Remember me, Eclipse.