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By Megs Submitted by Thoughtfull Date: 2005 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.29.14.26.23650]] |
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There aren't enough words for us. I realized this at two a.m. waiting in the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino ballroom for the Amazing Race tryouts. Our blankets spread out over the space that meant we were number three in line for the casting call the next morning while we tried to write and memorize our life story into a three minute hook. We designed a speech sure to excite producers who will see us- the perfect team. This paragraph sums us up neatly, actually. But I remember you mostly in detailed memories and fleeting soundbites. The way we both laid on your floor the first night over five years ago, just talking, like I imagine every person that has ever fallen in love probably does. I remember taking in the sights of your grown up boy apartment. Goodwill Couch. Predictable Pink Floyd poster. Books- a boy with books. I know I acted on impulse because I didn't know what I stumbled into with my nineteen year old "I'm the shit" flirtations. I couldn't handle my liquor or you yet. We kissed. The story begins here. And rises and falls so many times as we have veered from light romantic comedy to the painful reality of life getting in our way. We fought hard. With each other sometimes, with the world others. We joke now about feeling persecuted by the universe but sometimes I am still afraid we are. The person who can make me unravel in two minutes whether with true hard words or hard true kisses. I try to unravel you in whatever ways I can, good and bad. We have designed this world- tiny apartment and huge expectations- mostly by our own rules. Pushing each other hard but defending each other to anyone who dares not see what we know. The perfect team. We are both timid with each other and demanding, delicate and aggressive, the way anyone would be with something amazing that you haven't quite figured out but you know you don't want to lose. |