just minishorts.

I thought I'd leave a piece of this.

We were being pensive over dinner the other night, I said it was a treat for him–in celebration of the new old car. New, because it's something he's just bought; old, because it's a little bit over 12 years old, and needs plenty of fixing up.

And then I told him about the coming year-up. He grinned and frowned, 'Eh, it's over, we've celebrated it!'

I didn't recall that. 'When?'

'November 15th.'

Astounded, I was. How clear he could remember? ButI remembered different–that couldn't be.

'That's not right! It's the 29th of this month, I recall it clearly. We weren't together yet!'

'Yes we were, November 15th was the day you told me we could see each other seriously, and see other people too at the same time. You said it wasn't time.'

Oh, and it was because I had just walked out of one relationship then, a little over a month before, and I didn't realize that it was actually possible to fall for another again so deeply.

Or maybe I didn't know it then that 'again' didn't quite make the cut as a descriptive.

Actually, it was for the first time.

And then we laughed, and dinner was quite amazing. What is an anniversary celebration? Quite unnecessary–we see each other every day, and yet every day it still feels as if it were the first time.