12:33 am - Monday, Nov. 15, 2004
Song: Jason Mraz - 1000 Things
I thought Kev would come in at 3 something AM, but that didn�t work out so well. His middle of the night bus sold out and tri-met through running sweet little boy spent the night in the greyhound station for me. He got in just in time for us to fulfill our day of plans.
First, football game: UCLA v. Oregon. Fine and dandy, except they asked for student ID, which Kev, the PSU student, did not have. So we walked over to Man-Ying�s house since her boyfriend isn�t a student here either, so our first plan of the day was quite ruined. We planned on movies, but the movie we wanted to see was sold out, and we had planned on drinking, but M.Y.�s sister was pretty angry at her, so Kev and I decided it would be easier to simply go home. Plus, we had some much needed alone time to tend to.
Sunday we let be lax. No real plans except a strange temptation we had to paint pottery. So we went to the cute little pottery place we had found the night before, and spent between 12:40 pm and 5 pm painting up an adorable Christmas plate and a Menorah. It was nice. Just to sit there together for hours, working on a project together. Slowly laying down our glaze, talking and drinking coffee. The place was surprisingly busy and we sat there slowly working on our two pieces while the world around us changed. We were allowed to absorb ourselves in our work, and each other. We were allowed to sit there, reading all we wanted into each time our arms brushed, our legs touched, and every time I leaned just a little bit closer to paint something, and he took the chance to kiss the top of my head.
Then, of course, there were the moments too sweet for words. The neat little kisses we tried to keep quiet; the passionate way we grabbed for one another; the sweetness of lying in bed together, breath matching perfectly, drowsily drifting in and out of the world together; simply strolling hand in hand kicking leaves.
Now, off to that cold lonely bed that smells of he and I and perfection. Happy 20th birthday pumpkin.
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