01-18-03 - 7:29 a.m.
notes to patrick, who has flown off to florida with g for his mother's 101st birthday;
so it's me and the phone diary again, and i was thinking today that this is the furthest we've ever been apart, unless you count the times i tried to cut you from my heart. or the lifetimes we supposedly spent searching for each other. these separations have become part of the fabric of our relationship, like the phone calls and picnics and stolen kisses. the more we endure, the longer we last, the better i understand us. as much as i'd like the luxury of listening to you sleep, or watching you shave, or sorting your socks, we simply weren't meant to be ordinary.