17 november

It was when he remarked with uncertainty on the description of a day’s projected weather as ‘fair’ that I knew l loved him for sure. Like fo sho. There had been a number of other clues, yes, but this was a big one. Like when I had off-handedly mentioned tattoos and he wondered aloud if we should get some of our own -- that was me knowing how he felt, writ large, but not necessarily on the skin. Well beyond fair, indeed. Although fairness generally implies some kind of balance, I couldn’t think of what I’d done to deserve such treatment. Certainly it was not unfair. But. Anyone who could think in this sideways experimental way was okay with me. More than fair, I’d say.