fredag 21. januar 2011


i woke up in his bed, wearing his t-shirt. went to the bathroom and used his toothbrush to brush my teeth. he made me a cup of coffee while standing over the stove reading the morning newspaper. i wrapped a blanket around me and watched him fix us breakfast in an impressive pace

i had a sip of coffee now and then, read pieces of different articles now and then, but mostly i just watched him move around the kitchen. it is a strange experience getting to know someone new. you have to learn about their habits, their history, their political beliefs. you learn how they respond to different situations, you learn how they show love

i do not know if i will ever get completely used to this situation actually. i find it nerve wrecking at the same time as i find it exiting

is it just me?

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