It was a monday of drunken confessions in the parking lot of building 4, hushed and reverent.. ending with a tortured, "I just can't" and tears on both sides..
It was a tuesday of oversleeping, somehow misplacing the car, racing back to Horno to borrow the Saturn..both of us unable to meet each other's eyes as he handed me the keys. It was a tuesday night of flinging down choices, of me saying "I won't accept that this can't be" and him saying, "Everything's changed because of this moment." A night of loud cheers from a group of friends that the angsty foolish distance of "No we can't" was finally over. It was a wednesday of a half asleep first kiss on the stair case of Building 4 not caring I had left friends languishing in the car..a first kiss that was discussed in great fervor as I sat in a hospital room after collapsing later that night. It was a thursday of carousing at Palamar Mountains, ditching work and riding around in a tank. It was a Friday of losing keys, marveling over dark eyes, laughing conversations in the alley by the old coffee shop and falling asleep to the sounds of Princess Diana's funeral being broadcasted live. It was a saturday of racing back to Horno two hours late, a phone call to my sister, a drive to the mall and a moment. It was a saturday night of eating at Jew Heaven, a trip to the cliffs where there was a kiss and a question, a sleepy drive back to Oceanside and getting locked out of the house resulting in a fledgling relationship being consumated in a storage closet. It was a sunday of flushed cheeks, laughing eyes and ribald jokes. It was a week that lasted years.
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