Joseph sent flowers to me for our three-ish year anniversary. The best surprise is that he's coming up to be with me this evening. Three years ago, we went out on our first date. Joe picked me up from work. I handed him a piece of chocolate cake that someone had made for my birthday. He didn't ask about why I gave him cake; he just started wolfing it down. We went to Cafe Habana in Soho where I nervously grilled him about his life story. I only knew fragments from our mutual friend. Then Joe and I had drinks at La Palapa and went to IFC to see a screening of Killer of Sheep. I remember that Joe described the movie as beautiful and I liked that he was so comfortable using that word.
I love you, Joseph. You help me see beauty.
You are beautiful.
