The Tiny Roomate flies in from NY today before we leave for an undisclosed holiday meal location tomorrow morning. I was talking about her with J the other day, and he asked how we got along so well, being as different as we are. To tell the truth, I don't know. I think I do a lot of things that drive her nuts, and she does a lot of things that would drive me nuts were she anyone else but it just doesn't matter as much. When she's gone, there's a tiny chloe shaped hole just below my right collarbone, patched over not with phone calls and emails and postcards, but with the knowledge that my future is dotted with mornings waking up with a sleeping lioness near by, her fingers poised as if about to pinch out a candle.
Posted by Sonya at November 27, 2002 09:07 AM