the boring leading the bored

Friday, August 27, 2004
a shiny ring and how i could forget your name

it is freshly august 27th, as you can tell from the above dateline.

four short days ago, it was august 23rd. august 23rd is a very special anniversary to me.

two years ago, on august 23rd, i found myself in a kitchen. i was helping my youth pastor move that day, so the kitchen was stripped bare. all that was left was the refridgerator, which he was not moving to pennsylvania. i was in the kitchen there with Shannon, the pastor, and a friend to whom i had become very close that summer.

in that kitchen, i had the first of exactly six kisses with the boy with whom i would have an incredibly tumultuous relationship for approximately the next year. it was just on the cheek. however, it launched me into the most significant, serious, bizzarre and painful relationship of my life.

last year on august 23rd, i was still entangled in that relationship. i was at a cross country meet. i remember running and wondering whether that was the day it had been a year. it was. i looked it up when i got home. i document my life fairly well.

jump to this year on monday. on august 23rd, i did not remember the significance of the date. i actually found myself on a bench on an observation deck at a park, discussing with a guy how it had been one month and nine days since the first time we'd gone out.

about an hour later as we were walking through some very dark woods, august 23rd became my new anniversary.

life's funny sometimes.

music: mott the hoople



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