I find it nice, that we don’t have to dance the dance society is expecting everyone to follow. That we, are as organic and as natural as our own little selves. I like it that we don’t have any inhibitions in regards to the vulgarity of a subject, or our language. we simply say whatever is on our mind. We, as ourselves, have uncontrollable social anxieties but together, we are free from our self-imposed constraints. Like we don’t have any shackles to stop us. I love it that we understand each other well and make each other better. Our lack of a title works for the both of us, and we can date whomever we want and still remain ourselves. I like it that we both hold in our own company, the refuge of the other, and that we have something solid and long term.
I remember coming over to help you with your chores. It didn’t seem like anything then, but looking back, it became symbolic for me. I helped you fold your clothes and organize your apartment. You told me that I was a big help in curbing her anxieties and made her want to do better and be better. I fixed your clock that has stopped moving for years because you couldn’t reach it. I guess some things really need other people first before things start getting fixed and moving along. I remember hesitating telling you that my clock had start moving again with her in my life. I think the clock started moving for her as well, though in a different direction. I couldn’t really tell you how I felt knowing you were swooning over someone else. I was playing the part I said I’d play.
Then she comes along: that wrench to my disillusions. Like another me, in a sense. Similar tastes, mindsets, fuckeries. Three weeks of daily torture and joy. We mess each other up and fall for each other but…
“no labels.” she says.
She sounded just like me. I guess two in a row is kind of… tiring.