It's the little things in your days that make parts of your life come into wholeness. To feel somber as well as fulfilled at the end of a touching movie. Only able to respond by eerily whispering to yourself, "That was good." And then, having the end credits scrolling to an unknown song, but a known band, the band your lover introduced you to, the same band your lover is influenced by. Spoon. To sit and relax with this movie after the drive you've taken many times before from your lover's home. The same drive that almost always is at 7:00 in the morning, when the Sun is the most assaulting, the air chilling, and because parking rules are in effect thus determining how you start your day. The drive is spent with squinting eyes, longing thoughts, passing through interminable construction. It was unforgivably heartbreaking to leave him today, more so than usual. He was laying in a sun filled room, all the while exchanging words of sentiment. He had held you well last night, feeling it in the stiffness of your neck. He made you feel good last night, sweet and full, bringing small, secretive lifts to the corner of your mouth every time you revisit these moments. Moments throughout become about you and him, all because you enjoyed yourself with him. His arms feel like a hooded sweatshirt on a brisk day, his demeanor; a breeze in stifling humidity. He feels right making everything about this, right.
