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Love Song to S. Esser Prufrock
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January 19, 2005
It happened this weekend. While I could say that I had a realization about the legal profession and its propriety for me--and I did--that's not it. No even though I spent the holiday weekend working, rather than spinning the MLK top or doing...whatever the traditional Dr. King holiday celebration is...I was filled with a certainty. I love S. As I sat there pondering annoying legalisms and vaguely loathing a client I've not met, my need to leave wasn't based in a hatred of the job or a desire to do “something else.�. It was that I wanted to spend time with S, doing whatever. And sure, she was there for me when I had my crisis of legal faith on Sunday night, and yeah, she gave an amazingly decompressing backrub when my back felt like tectonic plates, and she's generally 18,000 times cooler than the other side of the pillow, but this was a need coming from within me. I didn't just want the things she provides; I wanted--and need--her.This was Love , and it appeared on January 19, 2005 10:30 AM.
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To be fair, it’s not that I didn’t know that I loved S long before this weekend (and for you grammar-hound/double negative haters, I’m trying to say “I have loved S for a long time now”), but it was nearly a bodily sensation, rather than simply an emotional one.
Posted by: New Blue Shoe at January 19, 2005 4:53 PM
A beautiful thought and feeling. To need someone else is a beautiful and scary thing. Congratulations and best wishes for the upcoming months, which from the looks of things will hold some exciting moments. Love you both!
Posted by: Enigmatic Female at January 20, 2005 1:47 PM
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