I’m listening to Bill Murray singing More Than This from the Lost In Translation soundtrack and it makes me sad in that grinning way that I felt through the whole film.
Identity lost and found.
I’ll root through the box someday and find that painting of a blue cat that was on the wall of the apartment when we first made love.
Dare I say I love that dearly?
I felt my first actual moment of doubt a few days ago. Bill and I were trespassing across the waterway to the walkway we shouldn’t be. There was no water crashing, no H2O impeding progress. We had to jump onto the waters path and walk across with another jump. I couldn’t do the second flick of feet. I started and then stopped. The strangest feeling. Like fear, but not quite. Utterly new and open and strange.
I didn’t like it.