I am covered in skin. No one gets to come in.
There was this moment. When it happened, I had one of those out of self times, where I disconnected, looked at the scene, and tried to visually and mentally encapture every element about it.
Stutter shook and uptied.
There I was, sweaty and annoyed-having moved box after box,anxiously awaiting your aid yet receiving none, resolved to move everything myself. Furnitureless, I sat on the floor, looking at the bare bones of my new home, imagining the possibilities, the wiped clean slate of a new abode. Finally, there you were, but not just you but a bag chock full. My favorite wine, my favorite cheeses, a box of crackers that I had mentioned to you in passing that I liked. All was forgiven. We sat in the empty space of my new apartment and made a picnic of your plethora. As we sat there eating and talking, I thought to myself- this is good. He is here. He is now. I kissed you.
I am ready.
I am ready.
I am fine.
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