It feels nice to be home. My blinds are shut, fifi’s sleeping at the end of my bed, and the house is quiet. I just finished eating a big bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee (which by the way… didn’t taste as good. I think my coffee taste buds are spoilt by Eric) and now I am sitting in my blanket, processing. 

Everything I want to say about the past two days sounds corny and over the top in my head. I wonder if there’s a better way of putting it, a subtler and more creative way of delivering my experience. But all i see in my head are these bolded, capitalized words with exclamation marks, completely unsophisticated and frankly, quite embarrassing. 

I brought grocery over to his because he had just came back from big white and i thought it’d be nice for us to just stay in with a big bowl of steaming udon. His kitchen is small and narrow. I stood in front of the pot waiting for it to boil and he brought a chair over to sit at the end of the kitchen with the fogged up window and dead rosemary plant behind him. He sat there in a green shirt holding his first guitar and said, this one always gets the ladies,or something to that effect, before he sang. I threw the broccoli, bean sprouts, and mushrooms in the boiling water. The moment was so beautiful I wanted to cry. 

I could get sappier still, but I am going to stop here…just one more thing, I am in love with the most beautiful man.