my life in seasons

i recently had my first experience of having someone i was previously involved with get married to someone else. it's not a relationship i pine for but it's a really unsettling feeling, even when you haven't responded to his e-mails in literally years but only out of anxiety.

lately i've been thinking about my life in seasons of game of thrones. first season, i was dating bagel who wanted to watch the show because he had seen people talking about it on reddit. i spent most of the episodes too drunk to understand what was going on, but enjoyed it nonetheless. second season, bagel abandoned ship and i continued watching the show on my own. my housemate in mid-city, chlom, always referred to the show as bone of thrones. third season i watched in bushwick at aijia's apartment, where we'd cuddle griffin and drink wine and watch the show while perched on craggs' bed and attempted to avoid drunkenly splashing the wine all over the sheets. aijia had read most of the books and was always able to explain wtf was going on. by season four we'd moved in together and watched it in our apartment huddled on the living room couch on willoughby, boozing and waiting for the new episode which had just aired to be uploaded for the pleasure of pirates everywhere. during the show we'd pause the show every few moments to discuss wtf was going on. fifth season is the first season in two years that i'm watching without her, where i'm in florida gchatting to ask if she's watched the episode yet, and i've watched the first two episodes thus far with my housemate/little bro figure kev, who sometimes talks during the episode but i forgive him.