020607I still remember the last time I saw him. We were standing in his back porch. My car was running in the driveway; he�d started it up for me as he�d done most every chilly morning. I gave him a hug and told him to have a good time, lingering for a second or two longer. We kissed. I shuffled my weight from one foot to the other, twisting my keys around my fingers. I went in for one more hug, wrapping my arms around his sweatshirt-swaddled body. Then I left: I pushed open the back door, got in my car and drove the eight blocks to my tiny house on my quiet street in south Minneapolis. I left the same way I�d left every morning for the past few months. I left thinking I could snuggle up against him that night as we watched the latest delivery from Blockbuster Online. I left thinking I could regale him with tales from that day�s office hijinks, our eyes fixated on one another throughout the wildly intoxicating interaction. But no. It�s been a week and half with no sight of him�no touch, no smell, no taste, no sound. And it�s not over yet. Come home soon, darling. I miss you. 020407There�s a line at the beginning of the movie �Hitch� that�s stuck with me from the second I heard it: �One moment, you're enjoying your life, and the next, you're wondering how you ever lived without them.� Amen. So how does it happen, great love (to steal another line)? I think this would be the place to shrug my shoulders. I couldn�t tell you the moment the light bulb went off, when I went from merely dating the guy to planning the rest of our lives together. It happened seamlessly, really. And I wouldn�t have wished for it any other way. It�s no longer about me. It�s about us. And I love that. I love having this wonderful, kind, respectful person in my life who genuinely cares about me and wants to make me happy. It makes the sweet that much sweeter. And as for the sour? Thankfully we haven�t experienced any of that. So back to this whole great love thing. For me, it�s been a multitude of little moments that have solidified my feelings. And maybe that�s why, after only one-and-a-half years, I�ve begun to think about forever. Now, it�s only a manner of when and where to make this thing official. But don�t go getting ahead of yourselves. I�m still just a baby in some sense.
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