I am game

Peter Iredale Beach – March 2, 2009

I don’t know what you smoke
Or countries you’ve been to
If you speak any other languages other than your own,
I’d like to meet you

I don’t know if you drive
If you love the ground beneath you
I don’t know if you write letters or you panic on the phone
I’d like to call you all the same,
If you want to
I am game

I don’t know if you can swim
If the sea is any draw for you
If you’re better in the morning or when the sun goes down
I’d like to call you

I don’t know if you can dance
If the thought ever occurred to you
If you eat what you’ve been given or you push it ’round your plate
I’d like to cook for you all the same
I would want to
I am game

If you walk my way, I could keep my head
We could creep away
In the dark
Or maybe not
We could shoot it down anyway

I don’t know if you read novels or the magazines
If you love the hand that feeds you
I assume that your hearts been bruised
I’d like to know you

You don’t know if I can draw at all
Or what records I am into
If I sleep like a spoon or really at all
Or maybe you would do
Or maybe you would do

If you walk my way, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don’t know you
I think that I would do
I don’t fall easy at all

If you walk my way, I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
Though I don’t know you
I think that I would do
I don’t fall easy at all

-“I Don’t Know” Lisa Hannigan

I first heard this song not long after The Explorer and I started dating. It so perfectly said everything I was feeling. I found myself falling for a man I had just met. I was terrified and excited and curious and every emotion possible those first few months.
I can’t help but smile anytime I hear it now.

He leaves underground again in a couple days.
Le sigh.
I’m going to miss talking with him every day. We haven’t gone a day without at least texting each other since he got out of the woods early last year on August 26th.
I spent the first half of his trip falling absolutely in love with him. I was so worried he’d spend the month re-evaluating our relationship and come out of the woods having decided I was just a fling. I was terrified my heart would be broken when he got home. Most of the people on the trip came out after two weeks and he sent a letter for me along with them. I cried when I read it. I just re-read it for the millionth time and I cried.
I figured this trip would be good for us – a break to see how we really feel. Well I’m not sure about what you’re thinking but I’m absolutely certain I’m in love with you, Kathryn.

Living in Seattle when he is still in Astoria is hard.
But I know he’s my forever, so whats a year or two or however long in relation to the rest of our lives?
All the same, I can’t wait until he’s back from underground and in my arms again.

[I said I’d post more than just photo365 posts. Now it’s turned into those plus mushy rambles about my Explorer. One step at a time.]

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