Life Going On

Everyone is in a frenzy for Hate Week. Even we are, at work and in our separate homes. But in our room to ourselves, everything is peaceful and lovely, though very warm. We meet often, and talk often, and I learn things about my Dearly Beloved. She has exceptional insights in matters that relate directly to her own sexuality, but in matters that don't touch her life, she is as much of a sheep as any other girl her age. She's very involved in the present and only the present. If not palpable, with her, it need not be considered. Some of this ignorance, though, makes her a woman of more freedom than I have with my brooding. In the end, we seemed to balance each other out, optimism and pessimism, present and past. Together we are happy, I am happy, and more healthy than I have ever been. Life goes on, wonderfully.