twenty-something

For those of you counting, I suppose today is the closest thing that Duncan and I have to an anniversary. Today, we have "been together" for two years.

When I think of this milestone, I kind of get a headache. It's hard enough to wrap my head around the fact that two years of my life have flown by. Add to that the fact that those two years have been spent unceremoniously in love with the same man, and -- I won't lie -- it's kind of freaky.

It's funny, this two year thing really isn't a big deal. It's been a craaaaaaaaaazy ride and we still have some big up's and down's. But here we are. We haven't killed each other, and that's really the thing to celebrate. I don't know what I want, from life, from him. But for now, and for the past two years, it's great.

I won't even venture a guess on where I'll be in a year, let alone where we, that big collective him-and-me we, will be. But I'm not stressed about that. Regardless of how "together" we are in one year, or in ten, I have this funny little feeling, deep down inside me, that he'll always be in my life.

For better or for worse.