yuri weekend

september feels less like an ending when somebody arrives carrying a weekend bag. #

Yuri is here again. I missed him even though we have spent loads of summer together, which is irritating because apparently affection has no reasonable quota. We went for dinner, then drinks, then out. House first and techno later, basically the 2004 formula at this point. He said tonight that I’m going to miss Loano terribly when I go back. I told him no. He looked at me. I said `”Shut up.”` This means yes.

I think what I’ll miss is not even the obvious holiday part. It’s the lack of negotiation. Sea is just there. Dad is close. Going out doesn’t require thinking about coats yet. Days are wider. Milano is exciting because there is always something happening. Loano is nice because not everything needs to happen.

Remember me, Eclipse.