A Casual TC/Life Blog

god it makes me think about him, always. what our kid would act like. how they would act around me as a mom and him as a dad. i don't know, but it soothes me in some way to think about him smiling because our kid said something or did something amusing to him. how all his bedtime stories would be history lessons leveled down and acted out with his hands while i stand watching in the doorway. it's something about the way that i just know he's good with kids that makes me want to know everything deeper.

Day 12: Has your TC ever seen you cry before?

Thankfully, no. I think it would be really awkward for the both of us, even though I know he would be really good at comforting me :,)

Day 13: If your TC named their child after you, how would you feel?

Defintely weird. Thats like, the worst stage of the friend zone.

Day 14: What has been your best moment with you TC?

Today when our outfits matched!!!

Day 15: Has your TC ever flirted with you, be it playfully or seriously?

Definitely not, but there’s plenty of time for that still!

Day 16: Have you ever stalked them on social networking sites? If so, how often?

Oh, I check his Instagram (private) every time I miss him in a day. Maybe 1-5 times on a weekday and a lot more in a weekend.

Day 17: Describe your TC in three words

Intellectual, Hilarious, Handsome.

Day 18: Do you have any nicknames for each other?

Today we were both wearing the same outfit. Now, I know I've often dissed his fashion sense but it was quite good today. We were both wearing cream coloured sweaters with black jeans and black shoes. Obviously I had to say something about that!

I asked him a question after class and he answered it and then I said "oh, also I like your sweater!" And he got SOOOOO HAPPY. Like it was almost strange. I don't think he gets many compliments because he seemed to appreciate it a lot. Anyway, he started to look at it and talk and it and so I showed him my own and was like "they're the same!"

At this point I was stumbling over words and almost shaking (it went by a lot faster than I'm writing) and he was like "wow! You're right! Look at that we're twins!" And I have no idea what I said after that but I think I laughed and said yeah or something. Then I told him to have a great day, and left. Man was I shaking at this point.

i'm awake too and i'm working on the next great novel, alone in bed because i don't want to distract him. i know he already has enough to deal with.

wind and rain cracks hard against a near-broken window- i had asked him to hire someone to fix it but he had not yet gotten around to doing so- and the moment that i'm briefly disoriented within my surroundings, he appears in the doorway. his hair is messy, eyes red and strained. i feel bad for him, but seeing him, like always, causes me to smile.

"hey." he leans against the doorframe, making me crinkle my nose. "this is going to sound... so weird. but do you want to go outside and dance in the rain with me?"

i'm up in a second, following him as he turns out of the frame and downstairs. downstairs is warmer than up, and smells of the soup we had for dinner. he hands me his old raincoat- my favourite one- and i barely have time to pull it on before he's dragging me out of our home and into the storm. before i can complain, he hands me one side of a corded pair of earbuds.

we step into the middle of the street, not worried about the cars just because it's too damn early in the morning for anyone else but us to be up. the world is silent, but for the sound of rain all around us and the banging of drums and guitars in one of my ears.

he grabs me by the hips and leads me, and his grin is worth every struggle i've ever faced. his face is wet and shiny, reflecting the moon and the street lamps. his auburn-blonde hair and auburn-blonde beard are soaked, matted down, but in that moment he's the most handsome man i've ever seen in my entire life.