2010-07-04 - 4:55 a.m.
It feels weird sleeping next to a person who doesn't love you but probably will. I do not trade in certainties.
Is it lucky to (literally) watch as somebody falls in love with you? It's something to look forward to. It's late at night and a truck has once again started up downstairs at this ridiculous hour and there's plenty of leftovers in the fridge. Meatloaf and carrots and green beans and Cuban food leftovers and ingredients for guacamole to take to Ursula's and condiments leftover from other gastronomic/culinary adventures. I wonder what it will be that sends him over the edge, where I'm chillin' at the bottom in a little lawnchair.