elle avait des yeux, des yeux d'opale

3:30 a.m. x 2009-05-17

currently listening to: "le tourbillon" by jeanne moreau

i woke up at 5 in the afternoon today, and as soon as doing so i checked my facebook and mark had sent me a message regarding today's planned going-to-mel's in order to celebrate her move into her new house. i told him i was contacting her promptly, and after everything was figured out he asked me if i'd eaten, and came down to the kitchen to make me a potato! which was all he had, and which was so incredibly sweet. he had a hell of a time with the pan he was using, which practically reduced the poor potato to nothing, and watching him grapple with it was positively beautiful. after the long walk's discussion thursday night, which was primarily on the others in our lives, today we spent all our time together talking about literature. it was dazzling. i am so amazed by him. i am so amazed.

nothing in terms of overt physical affection. hugging persists. mel, though drunk, made it a point to inform me she thought it was definitely time i took some action. i'd rather not that be the way things get rolling, cues notwithstanding. obviously he enjoys spending time with me, for which i certainly don't blame him, but in the event he doesn't have the capacity to express any degree of like any more, considering all he's been through, i don't blame him for that either. though i do want to say something, at least, about how much i admire him for what a remarkable person he is. i'm sure he wouldn't be too dismayed to hear about that.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11