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I forgot you today, blog. If you were my heartlove, I would be getting into bed with cold feet and a great rustle of covers, and you would be annoyed perhaps, and you would roll over perhaps, and you would make a great sigh (just to let me know how you felt). And perhaps this would all be just to say "Where were you?" But if, blog, you were a metaphor for marriage? I would be able to love you through your disappointment, and you would be able to love me despite my late remembering you. That's what this relationship is, mon frere, a making of space for another.

I'll remember you better tomorrow.