There are so many things you want to say. Like…
Does this mean you want to get back together?
I’m available on 6, 7, 8, 14 and 15 January pretty much anytime between 9am and midnight.
How has your year/life been?
Did you watch To Walk Invisible and, if so, what did you think?
What did you eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner today?
What are you thinking?
Does this mean you love me after all?
What does this mean?
But instead you go with…
Sounds good. I’m back in London from early Jan.
Like Lovers Do
Many more WhatsApp messages to Beatrice and I’ll have a book – albeit the kind you’d definitely have to self-publish if you wanted it to see the light of day, which I wouldn’t – called ‘What Tristan did today to make me love him’.
Friday, he took me on a lunchtime walk to brainstorm solutions to my work crisis.
Monday, he left the lunch table early to hint to my lazy colleague that he should also be getting back to work.
Tuesday, he sent me a printout in the form of a paper aeroplane.
Thursday, we both got very drunk, hugged and he told me I was one of his favourite people at the office.
Friday, I resolved to be satisfied with this.
Monday, we were laughing about something and I looked at him and thought, I can’t do anything but love you.
Things I’ve Said To Tristan
The Sound of Silence
Resolution and Independence
Four years ago today I hit publish on my first blog posts. My flatmate posted the link on a forum for tech-heads (not my target audience) and the feedback was… mainly about my choice of font. So I kept going, in the same font.
If my day job’s taught me anything (moot point) it’s that every anniversary, however insignificant, is something to build a marketing campaign around. I’ll spare you the marketing campaign and instead share with you the thoughts and words that have struck me most since starting the blog. It’s a mix of the new, the familiar and the random…
‘You meet, you become lovers, and then you get to know each other, and then, if it works, it might become a relationship, but not necessarily. More often than not, it doesn’t work.’
‘I knew in my stomach. And also because I found myself willing to do almost anything for her and to see her prosper and be merry.’
‘I like the life possible there.’
(I said it was random.)
Back For Good
The Food of Love
Your smile is different now
Like before and after a secret is shared
As if to say
Now we both know
Your hair no longer scraped back
But worn natural
The smile reaches your eyes now
There is no fear
And you look younger
At the end of the day