the city

This past weekend we spent some time in Atlanta. I didn't feel the same excitement I once did for city. Alex moved there just as we were falling in love nine years ago. The distance was painful. Missing him so much provided excitement and energy for the times when we were together. Much of that time was spent in Atlanta (the High Museum of Art, Imperial Fez, The Fox Theatre, Java Jive, bed ....). I would often drive to the city in the middle of the night, desperate to see him.

I have a box that holds special memories from that time in our relationship. I opened it tonight looking for a picture to post. I scanned over a few letters and pictures that were on top and then closed the box. That time was too intense to casually revisit. We made so many mistakes; we were madly in love; we were young.



Things are different now. Our relationship is stable. Our love is deep. And Atlanta is a special memory from my youth. A place where Alex and I began to learn we couldn't live without each other.