much like penguins, wild hotdogs huddle together in mass to protect themselves from the cold.
no one likes feeling left out
"valentine's day 2012"
we planned to meet late that night, after we were both done with our separate days.
we met. we looked for a spot to grab a bite to eat. nothing looked great, so we settled on a wine bar on west fourth street that has since closed.
we each ordered a glass of red, or maybe we split a bottle, i don't remember.
time to exchange gifts. i had for you a brick that i painted--each face of the cube with a different images referencing conversations past.
you had for me tag-along-cookies that you made from scratch because you knew they were my favorite, in a wooden box that is now full of trinkets from our relationship and kept in a dresser drawer along with several pairs of shoes that i no longer wear because they are too big or out of style.
it was sweet. both were the most dense displays of affection that could be given after only having known someone for a month.
then you told me you loved me. in a note that you put in the box along with the tag-along-cookies.
i didn't say i loved you back, but i bought you a toothbrush to keep at my apartment in alphabet city as we walked back to have valentine's day sex and go to sleep with each other in what still felt like a remarkable way.
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every day, a little older.
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