as i sit here in front of a blank word document and nearby are some some crazy books i should be talking about, all i can think about is my misty queen.

it's been one year and one day since we embarked on this romance of ours.

it's funny how a year can go by and everything changes without changing at all. some things just stream right through becoming the fabric of daily lives that i need to stop and think how good i really have it. how some certain calendar intervals set the difference between the now and then. only then do i stop and ponder. the past year seemed like a blur but this morning as she slept in my arms, i thought long and hard what's gone on the past 12 months and how still get opportunities of waking up and first i see is her.

first off; i'd be lying if i ever thought this romance would ever stretch as long as it's had. but in some ways, i am not hardly surprised. it's always been relationship on a rather mellow side. free of drama. free of blissful highs and free of destructive lows. we've always gone with the flow and both being rather "safe" people, no dramatic schisms to ever report on. no oceans of tears. just feelings of content and not that i really need anything more than that. but within the feeling of a couple where fire is just a burning ember are moments that only the two of us can bring about.

she isn't like anyone i've ever gotten involved with. nor would i think i ever would. maybe it's a british thing but they aren't afraid to be blunt. she'll lick my chops with witty colloquialisms but never leave me frowning like i would with anyone else. constructive criticism, if you will. others' bluntness and my own insecurities never seemed to in hand, but she has a way of saying, you ain't the messiah, pal but in an entirely loving way. i've always preferred girls who have a way of coaxing everything and expect nothing more than a, "awww shucks" as our fleshly bods share a midnight snack. i guess that's what i love about her the most (apart from the sexy accent, of course). she doesn't mess around, coddle my heart and skip through fields holding hands and writing bad love poetry. you see what i'm getting at. an entirely girly girl but in ways more manly than i'll ever imagine being.

maybe one day, she'll started her own blog and write all these things more much proper and english and all, but in the meantime, blogs are retarded and only for pseudo writers and for those with too much time on their hands ripping off other people. she's abso-bluntly right but it's all out of love. and her readership keeps this going.

so last night to mark the one year of this rather unexpected union, like in the old days, we strolled the streets of toronto like a couple of mundane suburbanites that we are. we waltzed down queen in the light rain, hopped down yonge sipping foreign coffees only she could ever describe what's in them and giggled through church street. just like in the old days; where walking the streets and simple words that were sparked by the sight of a cigarette butt on the side walk that spawned laughter hours on end. like a couple of children really. for the thousand time, she'd tell me how london is more lively and exciting and i'd roll my eyes and mutter some objections but know that she's right.

i'm afraid of writing anymore without the need to get all emo-ish much to her objection.

you know the words, i won't have to say them. and you know they are always there.