Is it a bad sign when you write the date over and over and over and fail to realize that its exactly 9 years since the day you met and became surgically attached to the man sitting 2 feet from you? Okay, so maybe not surgically, but emotionally. NINE years!! At this point, I've spent over 1/3 of my life with him. We met, and have been inseperable ever since - other than a few geographical seperations. Now, its 10PM on the 6th. At this time 9 yrs ago, there was also a major event - I chose to talk on the phone to that boy instead of watching ER. And I lived for ER. I skipped it, voluntarily. I don't even think it was a rerun that week. Yet, we both forgot all about it yesterday. I only remembered when he went to Walmart for some food and came back with flowers. NINE years. Thats such a long time. I feel old now. Maybe older than on my birthday. Which would make sense, as my birthday was over a month ago.
I think the placenta is already starting to eat away at my brain.
*This was actually written on 2/6/06, but blogger had scheduled downtime that started just as I hit the button to publish it. Hence the day late posting.
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