Yuri, Six Weeks
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Yuri and I have been together long enough now that the initial novelty has worn off and something better has appeared underneath it: I don’t have to wonder constantly whether he likes me. I know. This should be obvious, but it changes everything. We can disagree. We can be quiet. I can answer the telephone in an old sweater with my hair doing something illegal and not perform being a girlfriend. Relationships are much nicer when you stop auditioning for them.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.