2001-03-12 :: 11:26:28 am

It's chemistry.

A sideways glance, a finger through my belt loop, the rusty motor of my heart warmed and running when he strokes my hair.

And there you have it. All the Velveeta cheese a human can handle without arterial blockage.

Tonight he called me the woman in his life and when I joked back, "Oh, so that's what I am? " And he smiled, and he looked at me and he said "Yes you are," like he couldn't believe his good luck. My good luck.

I'm going to see him play on Thursday.

He's teaching me to play drums. He lent me some drumsticks and on the train ride home, I played with the splintered edges and thought about timing.
How timing is everything.

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