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Sometimes, you look at a person and see only what you expect them to be. What they've been to you for over a year, and you forget that things, and people, change. And they don't….

I see him every day, as I have for the past year. He is love, he is life, and vitality, and creativity. And he is the constant in my life, the one thing that binds me to who and where I am. What would I be without him? I wonder that sometimes, and perhaps for the first time I don't miss it. I don't mourn the other potential Cates off in New Orleans, or Canada, or across the ocean, that I could otherwise be now.

It's funny. He's so very present in my life, this is the face I wake to, it's almost, but not exactly, common. There's this static image that I hold and expect to see when I look at him.

And then there are Moments…. Those times when I see all of him at once, all the potential and hope and future, and Know that this is not simply routine, that this is Life, and this is what matters. The past no longer exists, and I don't know about the future, this one moment is all that matters. This is real, and happening. Infinity is a moment, just as much as it is immeasurably long. Time stops here, last, twists, and continues, a series of moments, a series of infinities.

I love you, Remy.