Saturday, January 26, 2008
The past week I've gone from feeling aggravated by him and then back to being smitten. Why the aggravation? Can I just blame the hormones? OK, that's cheap. Perhaps it's a temporary loss of patience: Patience that he seems to always have for me. Every time I pull out the bottle of olive oil from the cabinet, I am reminded of how patient and forgiving he is. He'd rather take the blame for something inane than to bicker about it. I don't know why he does it. I guess he loves me or something. I guess I love him too.