{"id":1633,"date":"2021-07-05T19:49:22","date_gmt":"2021-07-05T19:49:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peterschireson.com\/?p=1633"},"modified":"2023-03-21T13:25:58","modified_gmt":"2023-03-21T17:25:58","slug":"how-we-met","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/peterschireson.com\/how-we-met\/","title":{"rendered":"How We Met"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
She walked behind me at first, then alongside. When I reached home, she simply walked in, sat down, and immediately fell asleep. She woke, as if at the end of a long illness. We ate grilled fish and sat together in silence. She spent the night and the following day, which turned into another, and soon a week had passed. We got along. She came and went as she pleased. I often watched from the window, never sure if she\u2019d return, certain one day she wouldn\u2019t, and one day, she didn\u2019t. Looking back, she both was and was not what I needed at that time. Some days, it felt as though the two of us had been shipwrecked together, a random companionship. Others, our union felt inevitable. She lived deep in herself, spent hours sitting still, museum-quiet, in a posture somewhere between dignity and disdain, like a cat. I realize now, in retrospect, that she may, in fact, have been a cat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She walked behind me at first, then alongside. When I reached home, she simply walked in, sat down, and immediately fell asleep. She woke, as if at the end of a long illness. We ate grilled fish and sat together in silence. She spent the night and the following day, which turned into another, and soon a week had passed. We got along. She came and went as she pleased. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":1640,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,27],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n