Matthew Camp by Krys Fox.
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I’ll be at your doorstep to thank you personally soon.
oh yes.
yes I will.
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Well, didn’t you just post it on yours? Silly woman….also, did you know this exists? :
In which Aaron blows some bubbles.
Photographed by the ever-lovely Emily Owens
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So Jared is in Miami for a couple of days on a business trip as of last night. I took him to the Marta station for him to head to the airport, hugged him, and sent him on his way. I proceeded to go to a series of delightful friend’s houses for entertainment, alcohol, and good discussion. Much fun was had.
When I got back home last night, the lights were off and everything was quiet. Irina greeted me enthusiastically and I took a moment to survey the house. Looking from room to room and seeing the small reminders of the day to day life I share with Jared had me simultaneously grinning and a bit misty eyed. The stack of pizza boxes beside the recycling from our somewhat problematic Domino’s habit, random short, orderly mounds of folded clothes from Jared’s sporadic paranoia about catching up on chores, piles of video games at the entertainment center from him nuzzling up to me watching me play through Bayonetta or Uncharted, they all serve as a red flag that I really take a lot for granted in life. I have a lot to be grateful for…far more than I deserve. I sat on the couch til around one this morning taking it all in and pondering my life.
I headed up to the bedroom, where I generally find a sleeping man snoozing away anticipating me sliding under the covers, kissing him on the cheek and, figuratively and literally speaking, cuddling the rest of the world away. I was greeted with a tangled mass of pillows and sheets that felt startlingly cold. Once in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, the lack of a second toothbrush hit me hard. I know he’s only gone for a couple of days max, but I really don’t fully appreciate him when he’s here. What in the world would I do by myself? Sure, five years is a lot of time to grow accustomed to someone and get into the habit and routine of a relationship, but that can’t explain the stomach-churning dread that accompanies stray thoughts of having to live sans him. I really…really really love this man. I know I do, and have for quite a long time, but sometimes it takes a fitful night of tossing and turning to confirm and make me fully realize the depth of the feeling.
It’s a bit dramatic, it’s a bit random, but I don’t regret taking this morning and work’s time to sit and write this out to help reinforce these thoughts in my mind.
I do, however, regret taking him to the Marta station, hugging him and sending him on his way. I should have given no thought to the people around watching us talking and saying our goodbyes. I should have kissed him and made sure he realizes just how much I love him and how lucky I am.
I will have to make up for it soon.
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