Mark Phillips, moonrise, Paihia, New Zealand
Mark Phillips, March 5, 2004, moonrise, Paihia, New Zealand.
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March 11, 2004:

There are people who've been happily married longer than I've been alive.

Astonishing. Not so much that they can successfully merge their identities as that they can survive being in each others' presence such long periods of time.

Disturbed at my own lack of skills. That, despite my best intentions, it sometimes requires all the reserves of patience and understanding I can muster simply to remain civil, in our little car, in our little motel rooms, pressed together for the longest time ever in all our mixed and crazy-ass friendship. So that sometimes I fail, and afterwards those failures taste like sawdust.

Punctuated by magical moments of stunning revelation, experiences I'd have never found on my own, not in one lifetime or a million.

Isn't this what "partnership" means, in the strongest, most literal sense of the term?