12-02-02 - 8:10 a.m.
sometimes his ability to effortlessly make the transition between two separate lives disgusts me. other times, like now, it awes me. he risked a blizzard and flew standby on saturday to slip back into my life, and while g hovers like a ghost in the background, we will spend the week looking for the ordinary in a relationship that is anything but. we had dinner in a fancy restaurant last night, exchanging meaningful glances over each bite of steak, savoring the rare experience of dining in public. the fact that we drove an hour each way to avoid the risk of being caught didn't matter. i intended to sit there forever, discussing children and world events and the latest football scores, but he wore a beautiful new shirt that matched his eyes, and our knees kept bumping, so we skipped dessert and went home.