11/29/00

an excerpt, from times passed:

"feb 14.

(edited)* he gave me the most beautiful present, however. i call him angel and he calls me princess. so this morning, on my doorstep, still groggy and slippered, i found not only the newspaper but a small white box from him. inside was the most beautiful, intricate, hand-crafted princess tiara. it was made of small irredescent prisms, shining a million different rainbows in the lazy morning sunlight. interwoven in it were miniture white roses; my favorite. i almost cried as i placed it on my head, picturing him constructing it, patiently, tediously, in the wee hours of the morning after i'd long since been tucked into bed. it made me wish i had gotten him a halo instead of the bindings he had been eyeing.

i called him to tell him how much i loved it, but no one answered the phone and my heart sank. ten minutes later there was a tapping at my window and i looked down to see him squinting up at me, smiling shyly and offering a bag of breakfast bagels and juice. we had breakfast in bed and then remained there all day, limbs tangled together as he stroked my hair and i lay my head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

then his pager goes off, he looks at it disappointedly and within moments he's halfdressed and out the door, leaving me with sketchy apologies, a kiss on the forehead and sheets still smelling of him. how can he be so close one minute and be a million miles away the next? even when he's right there with me?

(edited)*"

yeh. don't ask.