CREATING CHAOS
A MEMORY: We were going out to dinner. It was my treat. It would be something nice, a way for us to have a nice evening. He'd been in a good mood the past few days, having just gotten a new car. He was proud of it. Pulling up to the restaurant, he said he finally felt like he belonged in a place like that. The building, the neighborhood, was beautiful. He was happy, and I was happy for him. As always, I walked in with him, hopeful, looking forward to a quiet, intimate time. We were seated, and he was the man I'd fallen in love with - funny, strong, attentive, sweet. I relaxed. We sat close, enjoying each other, our surroundings. The night felt good. Dinner was served. We began to eat, talking, laughing. It felt good, normal. Peaceful. I took another bite, and he rested his utensils on his plate. "I love this,'' he said. ''It seems everything's been coming together in my life, lately I've been really happy with how things have been going."
