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The day I moved into Paul's scourge of an apartment we went to the mall and bought what we considered to be the pinnacle of domesticity - a Nintendo.
The following weeks and months were a blur of wrestling over the controller and sex so greenly inspired, it was borne straight from the book of Genesis. I felt like we had invented it.
We would hit the showers when we started to get sticky from the aftermath and start all over again.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Things are different now - now we have a better Nintendo...

Sometimes I have nightmares starring the version of my life where I didn't meet him. I can't even describe what manner of sad sack would be before you now and I get a weird little catch in my throat as if just speaking such blasphemy aloud might just burn my tongue.

Perhaps my oceanic abyss of sincerity spread liberally in this forum will protect me from his most confounding full nelson hold or tickling me until I pee later on.

I could have sworn our anniversary was tomorrow.