three years

three years is long enough to build a language nobody else entirely understands. #

Three years with Yuri today. I started writing an enormous post and deleted half of it because it became exactly the kind of thing I don’t like putting online. I have never wanted this blog to contain every private detail simply because I can type it. People can know we’re together. They can know we go out, travel, argue, laugh, shop, spend summers together. They can know he calls me Bambolina and that I pretend to complain even though the name has basically taken over my online life. The rest belongs to us.

Three years sounds very impressive until I remember that this morning we had a completely serious disagreement about whether I needed to bring a different bag. Apparently long term relationships do not eliminate stupidity. Good.

I’m happy. That’s the part I don’t mind publishing.

Remember me, Eclipse.