outta the blue, he calls
if he hadn't, sooner or later i would have
and invites me downtown to see his new place, on the fifth floor of a grand old residence hotel on spring street that had once been home to the cream of hollywood's golden age.
he makes me knock twice
i knew he'd be nervous, just like i knew i wouldn't be
and before he even has time to show me around the apartment mary pickford had once called home--and outta the 7,000 or so songs from which i know his ipod has to choose--a song i had sent him comes up on shuffle. as the banjo twang fills the room, he turns to me, wide-eyed, says, "i swear to god i didn't plan that."
i know, babe--and if the same damn song hadn't come up on shuffle tonight, i probably wouldn't be writing this
over dinner i warn him that being around me's not much fun these days.
he says, "was it ever?"
and just like that, we're back.
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for those of you who don't understand this post, lemme just paraphrase tolstoy and say that, while most easy relationships are all alike, every complicated relationship is complicated in its own way, and leave it at that.
or you can just listen to the music.
1 comment:
It's nice to see you two are back to each other and, pretty much have the same messy, complicated, and confounding relationship you had.
It is much more entertaining for one thing.
In my own life, I have yet to find an easy relationship that is very deep. Life is way too difficult to really just wrap it all up in a bow and call it "the present."
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