the_thread_between_chocolate_and_cat_on_a_hot_tin_ Anna_Began Driving to York that day was the first time your existance, and my growing attachment to it, sprung to mind outside of my little glowing box. It was blustery and Christmas was in the air and when I finally reached my destination the chocolate smelled sweet and rich. Sometimes I can't believe I get paid for what I get away with. Something about The Jesus and Mary Chain and the hot chocolate that day had me anticipating your presence. Somehow when I received the foreign message I knew it was you and I was touched that whoever you'd hidden from wasn't me. Occasionally, even now, I wonder if it was her. In little snippets I began to piece together the parts that would become you in my head. Occasionally, even now, I wonder if you were already in love with me then. Within weeks, everything would begin to blaze. Inebriation and breathing and telephone calls. The first time we spoke you told me I was beautiful. I worried about you initially, but then I began to believe it. There are connections in everything now. You're ingrained and blissful and one of the people that shape who I become everyday. I knew it would be love the moment you listened to me talk about her; you seemed to accept her like no one ever does. The little town where the New York boy went to college and met his wife now reminds me of you too. I never could have predicted this. Occasionally, even now, I fall in love with you more. 030707 what's it to you? who go blather from