We played hookey. Skipped an appointment and decided to go on a date.
Because the truth is we've been driving each other crazy with the stress we've been under.
We pushed aside our full plates, looked into familiar eyes, and talked about nothing and everything of importance.
We laughed, heads thrown back, over jokes only we would find funny, and reveled in the feeling of being known.
There's something so deeply satisfying in this knowledge that we can aggravate and exasperate and get all fired mad at each other but we aren't going anywhere and our love is even fiercer and we still make each other weak in the knees.
We've committed fearlessly to knowing every part of the person we've joined ourselves to. The strong places as well as the weak. And it isn't easy all the time. Nothing of worth ever is.
The air was frigid when we left the restaurant and my teeth were chattering straight down to my toes. We cranked up the heat and the warm tones of Arcade Fire thawed out our bones. We talked about old times and how everything has changed and everything is still the same. We laughed, warm and contented, till our sides hurt.
And I stole long glances at this man I've loved since I was eighteen.