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Reunions of All Kinds | ❤ | Chicago | the Holidays

(Not too many pictures since I lost my camera in November…)

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OSBS Reunion @ Neilhaus | Vegas with the Girls | First Snowboarding Trip of the Season

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SF Giants | Jess’s Bday Wine Tasting | Halloween!!!

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DISNEY with Jess | PAD & New Job | Butterflies ❤

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Boreham Elopement | Last Night in LA | Rediscovering the Bay

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You ask me what my favorite memory is.

And I laugh and say that there aren’t many to choose from. It was meant to be a light joke, but I’m somber all of a sudden at the truth of the statement. There aren’t many and I doubt there will be many more.

It’s doubt that’s the enemy, isn’t it?

I tell myself to have faith. To believe. To hope.

But no, Buddha was right when he said:

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.

But I do. I doubt. And it kills me.

You hear it in my voice and soon I hear it in yours. If I can’t have faith, how do I expect you to believe in me? If I refuse to believe in you, how can I expect you to stay?

“I’ll miss you, too.”

Is that your way of acknowledging that I’m pulling away? Is that you saying goodbye?

I close my eyes and sigh.

It’s the way you always curve your arm around my waist every time you walk by me. Whether I’m brushing my teeth or getting a glass of water, you pass by and your arm snakes around my waist slightly, then your hand runs across the small of my back before you continue on with wherever you’re going. It’s the way you give me that teasing look on your face when I get scared. You laugh and whisper encouragement but you always say, “Don’t look at me with those scared eyes.” You somehow know just how to bring the fearless out of me.

It’s the way you make me feel flawless.

It’s the way you lace your fingers with mine as we sit and talk with your friends, or when we’re sitting at the dinner table drinking our wine; it’s the way you squeeze my hand so hard I can feel your bones fuse with mine just before I say goodbye.

You ask me what my favorite memory is, and I want to say, “You are.”

But I can’t.

And so, someday, I know I’ll sit in front of the sunset feeling the sand slip right through my fingers and I’ll miss you, too.

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It’s slightly out of rhythm at the thought of you.

My hands shake–they never shake.

I take in the beauty of you in bits and pieces, like looking through a viewfinder of a camera. I pan from the thick curls of your hair, the dark gold glint of the scruff of your jaw. My eyes trace the collarbone all the way to the simple sculpted V where the muscle of your shoulder joins your bicep.  I focus on the veins just beneath your skin, cording around your arms, disappearing as my eyes slowly find your fingers wrapped tightly over my wrist.

It’s thundering.

You can feel it, can’t you? The pulse just beneath the paper thin stretch of skin pounding against your fingertips.

You smile at me, I smile back as you slowly release my wrist and thread your fingers with mine. Then you pull me against you and we watch the sun rise, turning shadows into light, clearing the fog over the ocean.

You lean in and kiss the pulse just beneath my jaw.

“This is crazy.” You steal the words right out of me.

Yes, I know. Can’t you hear the beating of my heart?

The sun breaks through and the water is impossibly blue.

Blue. Impossibly blue. Like the belly of the ocean.I could fall into them and never find my damn way out. You know what I’m talking about.

You laugh suddenly, and I don’t know why, but now I’m laughing, too.

Because this is too damn crazy. I look down at your arms wrapped around me and I marvel at the way the dusting of light gold hair contrasts with the tan. I trace my fingers along your arm and carefully rest them over your pulse. I feel your smile over my shoulder.

And this is the sound of my heart beating.

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