Matt and I are dating again. We plan simple to elaborate outing and inings that, as we approach the end of our fifth year together (holy crap?!), keep us wanting to be with one another. I call it efforting. It involves lots of doting and smooching.
Last weekend we had a picnic on a beach and killed a million flies. On the drive out we listened to the brand new Weakerthans CD (which was doted on me) and attended to the multi-layered lyrics.
There is another song on there about his cat and hell if I can sing along without crying. I just trudge on through, feeling like Sinead O'Connor a la Nothing Compares video all the while. Seriously, if you can listen to this song without emoting you have no soul.
xo!
m
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I'll be honest - your efforting really and truly gives me hope for relationships.
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