Six years ago today–or to be more exact, six years ago early tomorrow morning–I walked Nate out of my bedroom, through the living room, and towards the front door. As I kissed him goodbye, I warned, “Just so you know – this isn’t going anywhere.
We’re just fooling around. I want to be really clear, okay? There’s no way this can possibly work.”
“Okay,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
I kissed him again, and he walked towards the elevator.
Once every so often, eh…I’m wrong. What can I say. But these words in particular are ones I’m happy to have eaten.
Happy anniversary Nate. I love you so much. Even though it’s totally grossing you out right now that I’m saying it on my blog.