“Hey! Honey!” I yelled. I was stark naked, about to take a shower.
“Yes?” my spouse asked.
“Do we have any more drain net things, for the bathroom sink? The one in here is moldy and nasty and disgusting, and we need a new one! Seriously! I cannot live this way!”
He was impressed by my demanding outburst.
“What size is the drain?” he asked.
“Uh, I didn’t measure it,” I said. “I don’t have my tape measurer.”
He patted pretend pockets on his hips.
“Yeah, tape measure is not what I keep in my pocket,” I said, patting my cunt.
He made a motion of pulling tape measure tape out of his dick area. As if he was being me, and I could pull tape measure tape out of my cunt.
We were laughing, by then, so much. What he lacks in language, he makes up for in other ways. I love his mind, and learning disabilities are 100% welcome, at our house.
best
My love is a very smart, funny person. But no one gets quite that version of him but me. The relaxed, vibrant one. Other people get a good listener, a hiking buddy, a meaningful-project-mate.
Those are good selves, other people get. But with those people, he can seem didactic and rigid. I’m the only one who gets the best–this hilarious, super-creative, attentive, kind person. It’s almost sad, I’m the only one who gets the supreme miracle, for now.
loss
I remember the friend I recently lost, I felt that way about him too. I wanted to tell him that, but never got the chance.
Probably everyone got almost the version of him that I got. But sometimes if I received a dazzling, beautiful selfie, or he texted a gorgeous phrase that took my breath away, I thought how lucky I was. That I could know this brilliant, miraculous man in a way that was possibly special for me.
We were doing our unique relationship, which we had built together. What a collaboration–the collaboration no one could really know but us. Maybe if he brought out some of the best in me, I brought out some of the best in him too?
I was lucky like heaven opened and poured down a waterfall of golden pleasure-light on me. Yeah, sometimes it felt that way. But my luck ended.
drain net thing
My spouse looked in the pantry for a new drain net thing.
“Is this right?” he asked, holding up shiny metal round meshy thing.
“No, that’s way too big,” I said, still naked, staring at the bathroom sink drain. “Looks really small, like only an inch.”
“How about this?”
“Yes!” I said. “Yay!” The right sized sink drain net was cute and clean. I popped it into the drain, where it fit perfectly.
He took away the old yucky drain net. I took a shower, and went to bed for more nudity and comfort.
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