Possibly the last post on T.

The last Sunday of October 2008 was the 25th, not the 26th as it is this year. Halloween was on a Friday night, not a Saturday night as it is this year. I remember the last Sunday of October 2008 more clearly than I remember yesterday.

After five years (and a few days) of not having seen each other, T and I met up for breakfast. A few wise and prescient souls tried to prevent this from happening... but it happened anyway. Before the clock struck midnight, I was yet again completely undone... or, at the very least, completely unhinged. I spent the rest of the week oscillating between the belief that the decade-long ordeal is satisfactorily concluded and the belief that I was at the precipice of something at once frightening and wonderful. As it turns out, neither belief was sound... and I would spend nearly another year at becoming bored with the idea of T. In the end, it was the dinner table exercise that helped me figure the whole thing out... but it took almost another year.

I think I've got it. I hope I've got it.

What the hell did I do with this weekend? Or this past year... or three or five, for that matter...