Rendezvous
15 June 09 : 11.34 AM
Saturday night, amidst drinks and laughter and benzodiazepines, Brian and I started talking. Brian and I never talked like that; we joked about photos that are worth YSL clutches and ridiculously insecure people, but never anything serious. At one point he apologized for being so quick to judge in the past. I think I resented that before, but I also knew it was inevitable.
If there was anything I said that might have been worth something, it's that there's a danger in believing people will change. And this is so entirely me. To know something, to have it written on me like some apotropaic incantation, and then do everything to show that maybe I haven't really learned after all.