I let him come over to watch the game. There didn't end up being ice on the roads. He brought me "flowers," that is, branches of berries and dried grasses he collected on his land.
He didn't say happy anniversary... but later I asked him if he knew what tomorrow was, and he said, "X Museum commemoration day." Our first date was at a museum. So, he remembered. He said, "Why do you think I brought you flowers?"
We cuddled and watched the game. Attempted sex during halftime and afterwards, but it didn't work out great, since his back was acting up from repair work he'd done to his cabin earlier in the day.
We also didn't talk more about "Buddhist," as he went home pretty much right after the game, tired.
I retreated to the comfort of miss pixi's arms. She's been great supporting me through this.
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
Mags (poly, F, 61) loving miss pixi (poly, F, 39) since January 2009, living together since 2013
"Master," (mono, 34), miss pixi's Dom for 2 years