i’m not very good with dates. monthsaries and all those other days which are supposed to be tattooed to your brain for safekeeping and annual celebrations escape me. if i do remember them, well and good. if not, then it’s just another number on the calendar whose significance randomly pops in and out of my head when my neurons bother to retrieve such memories.
but today is the 6th of april and for some reason, i am reminded of this same day 3 years ago and meeting jeff for the very first time.
funny how you can never really tell that the person you just met would happen to be somebody you’d end up spending the rest of your life with, fattening each other up through the years.