(((liz)))

“write about Liz”

noticed this thought, we’ll say, several times now…

once while making a hard boiled egg and avocado salad for later; again after a whiff of fresh cat coop in the litter box in the bathroom which i ultimately scooped, cause dang…

we share a sort of private captive audience with one another, a little confined-feeling sometimes perhaps, but even then no less rich an experience.

we talk about anything.

just started thinking about death.

the words ‘impending’ and ‘pending’ came to mind; not sure which is more appropriate - maybe both.

we look at hard things, but with a kind of lightness mostly, and a willingness to not turn away if/when things do seem a little dark.

we watch movies and shows that elicit “the feels.”

we have sooo many conversations that do the same.

I don’t know exactly what she thinks of or feels about it; not sure i can ever know exactly.

but i love how we share it, regardless.

we see each other.

i love her.

(I love you)