Yuri knows

sometimes love is somebody bringing exactly the drink you forgot to ask for. #

I was exhausted after work and almost cancelled tonight, which is so unlike me Yuri actually asked whether I was ill. I wasn’t, just tired in that specific way where even choosing earrings feels like an administrative burden. He came over anyway, waited while I changed approximately seventeen times because tired Alice apparently loses all previous knowledge of clothing, then instead of immediately doing the huge Saturday night operation we went somewhere quieter first. House, drinks, sitting down, talking.

At some point he disappeared and came back with exactly what I wanted without asking. That’s the kind of relationship thing that would look like absolutely nothing from outside. Nobody writes songs about somebody remembering which drink you wanted. There is no cinematic lighting. It’s just knowing. Knowing when I’m actually tired instead of pretending to be. Knowing whether `”I don’t care where we go”` means I genuinely don’t care or whether I have secretly already rejected three options. Knowing that if my shoes hurt I will deny it until the situation becomes medically ridiculous.

We still went dancing later because let’s not become completely unrecognisable.

Remember me, Eclipse.