Jan 21 2009

This is the Dude Who Loves Me

Tags: , podrey @ 8:37 am

I’ve mentioned him, and there has been a picture or two of him on this blog.  But here’s a more official introduction - meet Lance.

Lance is my favorite person.  He makes me laugh.  He can laugh at himself, which i think is important to be able to do.  He’s smart, and loves philosophizing about people and about the world.  He’s good to his dog.  He is always trying to improve himself, and really, what else is this life for?  He is extremely passionate about his interests.  He always treats me with respect, and is supportive of my interests.  He gives a lot of himself to others.

And he’s given a big part of himself to me.  I am lucky - he is my best friend, and i get to hang out with him all the time.  How cool is that?  (-:  I love you, sweet thing.

I would like to share this poem by ee cummings that Lance has made special for me.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                    i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Oct 24 2008

Detached

Tags: podrey @ 3:03 pm

I woke up this morning and i felt like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex & The City, the morning she realized she was no longer in “the nook”.

At night i like to turn the heat off, or way down, so that the air outside the covers is a bit cool. It makes it that much more cozy under the covers. But when i woke up this morning i realized i was only half as warm as i wanted to be, because the only body heat around me was my own.

I could have closed the gap myself, but i didn’t.

I’m not quite sure how we got here, or where we are exactly. It feels funny.


Sep 18 2008

Middle of the Night

Tags: podrey @ 11:26 am

Dear Lance,

When you came home at 4:30 am after poker night with the boys, i was awakened from slumber by our dog, who barked to warn me of danger. Thus i was just barely awake to greet you. I would like to officially inform you that the reason i didn’t want to philosophize with your Chatty Cathy self at that moment about politics or the psyches of the other poker players, was not because i was mad, or because i find you uninteresting. It was simply because it was 4:30 am. I had been asleep moments before, and wanted to be asleep again. That’s all. I promise to converse at length with you on that subject matter the next time we have a chance, as long as it is during the day.

Love, Podrey


Aug 24 2008

Yesterday’s Favorite Moment

Tags: podrey @ 3:14 pm

At a dinner party to celebrate a friend’s birthday.  Wearing a sleeveless shirt.  Conversing, laughing.  Lance sitting next to me, casually reaching over to slip my bra strap back up underneath my shirt.