Joyeux anniversaire

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.  I love you simply, without problems or pride:  I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes closed.” ~ Pablo Neruda

It takes a special man to love someone who hijacks hospital beds, wears bright orange antennae, and plays with a grabbing device.

It takes a special man to love someone who hijacks hospital beds, wears bright orange antennae, and plays with a grabbing device…simultaneously!

Guess who has an anniversary today?!  To commemorate the occasion Z drove half an hour to pick me up from work so we could spend a whopping ten minutes together before I had to go clean the house.  Our real celebration was date night on Tuesday but I’m grateful that I got to spend even a few fleeting moments with him.  It boggles my mind that we’ve only been together a few months because it literally feels like years.  Tonight we reminisced about our ‘picnic’– sharing an expensive bottle of Malbec at night on a blanket in my favorite cemetery– an event that seems like it was ages ago.  We’ve been through so much and created enough memories to last a lifetime in our short time together.  I know it sounds crazy to say I’ve found my soul mate considering our brief time together….yet that’s exactly what’s happened.  He’s my missing puzzle piece.  Not only do we share a brain but we share a soul.  I’ve always said we’re the same person.  I’ve known somebody for half a year and they know me better than I know myself.  Z, I love you unconditionally, just as you love me.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

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About Cocktails With Hemingway

I'm blunt and opinionated. Virtually everything I say or do is a contradiction but I'm not a hypocrite. I never hesitate to speak my mind and never fail to leave an impression wherever I go. You love me, you hate me, but you'll never forget me.
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