the pink dress

he said I didn’t need another pink dress, which obviously meant I had to prove him wrong. #

Bought a pink dress. Yuri said I already own pink dresses. This is technically true and spiritually irrelevant. I wore it tonight specifically because I needed to demonstrate its necessity and when he saw me he stopped, looked properly and said, `”Okay, I understand.”` Victory.

Dinner, drinks, house first, harder later. At some point I realised how much our nights have changed without really changing. We used to go out because going out itself was the event. Now there are routines inside it. Places we like for the beginning of the night. Things he orders without looking. Things I order. The exact point where I decide my shoes were a catastrophic mistake. The moment he asks `”shall we go?”` and already knows from my face whether I mean yes when I say `”I don’t know.”`

Maybe long relationships don’t necessarily become boring.

Maybe they become detailed.

Remember me, Eclipse.