Dear Diary, 

Lover and I sometimes seem to have a long distance relationship, even though we now live fairly close by. Our workdays are long, exhausting, and often at opposite ends of the clock. 

But some days, there’s just enough time…for this.

9:30 p.m.


“Hey, you.”

“How do?”

“Sleepy. How’re you?”

“Just starting my day; I was up all last night until ten this morning managing a crisis. More hack attacks from Romania on the company website that crashed the server, all kinds of awesomeness going on there.”

“Really? Romania? That just seems so weird. Like Verizon is being attacked by gypsies.”

“Yes, the wandering gypsies gather around their electronic campfires and plot to bring down the world. Later, Miles Dyson, who secretly has gypsy blood, brings all of this hidden knowledge to the creation of Cyberdyne.”

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“I love how weird we are.”

“Me too.”

“Are you going out to get a bite, before everything closes? It’s Monday, you only have a little while before everything in Midtown closes shop.”

“Eh, maybe.”

“You should come over for cookies.”


“Chocolate chip cookies, even. I’m dead-tired lying in bed, but I would get up to let you in and give you cookies.”

“Or I could use my key.”

“Or you could use your key.”

Fifteen minutes later…


“You came! You came over for cookies!”


“How was the rest of your day?”

“Exhausting. Lots of blah-blah-blah. My bed is a black hole drawing me back to oblivion. I need go sleeps.”

“Yep, your verb conjugation is all out of whack. Definitely tired.”

I re-fill the bottomless Tupperware container that seems to be eternally exchanged back and forth between us, seal the lid, and hand it to him.

“I’m glad you came by, even just for a moment. It’s nice to end my day seeing you.”

“It’s nice to start my day seeing you.”

“And with cookies!”

And we laugh, and after a few moments more I walk him to the door. I really am that tired, that I cannot even think of anything more than falling down dead asleep.

Except that I know he came across town just to kiss me goodnight. The cookies were only an excuse.

In this moment I love him for that, and for everything else between us.

As my head hits the pillow, I finally close my eyes and dream–peaceful, sweet, and deep.




**Photo Credit**

Those cookies are all mine! (Well, and his.)