02.04.05

6:03 p.m.

in one half hour i will be done with work.

in one half hour i will be done with work and i will take the elevator to the bottom floor of the building and i will leave. i will go outside.

i will go outside and i will sit in justin herman plaza and i will wait for my girlfriend to arrive. on the steps, smoking cigarettes, i will wait. and, when she gets to where i have been waiting, i will kiss her hello.

and we will probably grab something to eat. we will grab something to eat, maybe at the sushi shop that we discovered together last week that, while eating there for the first time, we claimed as ours. we decided then, that it was ours.

and eventually we will go to see fila brazilla play music. or, atleast, we will head in that general direction, hoping that the tickets for the show have not sold out. but, if they have, we will have nothing to worry about because we have been in that situation before.

we have been in that situation before, and we have made the best of it. we will get a drink at the closest available bar. or we will get coffee and sip outside. we create fun because, together, we are something.

and, for the duration of this time, we will be holding hands. we will be holding hands and, occasionally, we will be kissing. spontaneously.

spontaneously, at a moments notice, we will be kissing. between sips of coffee, between drags of cigarette. while on curb, waiting for a red light to turn green.

and i have to continually remind myself that this is real.

i have to continually remind myself because, sometimes, i forget. sometimes because, it doesn't seem real half of the time. half of the time it doesn't seem real because (sometimes) it's hard to believe.

but it is happening.

it is.