Bristling (Un)Certainty

BF: Hey, can we go to Shoppers?
Me: Sure
BF: I need to buy a toothbrush and some deodorant and leave them at your house.
Me: Ok
BF: I am tired of bringing them over all the time.
Me: Mm-hm.
BF: Does that freak you out?
Me: No.
BF: Are you sure?
Me: Yes.

For the first time in 10 years, there is a 2nd toothbrush in my toothbrush holder that does not belong a) to me b) to visitors or c) to a friend who was too drunk to drive home.

It is green and looks very majestic...almost regal, all hanging out by my purple one. As if to announce: everything as you know it is about to change.

As if to say, I'm not going anywhere. So get used to me.

What is it about toothbrushes? How can that seemingly ordinary and mundane thing suddenly become simultaneously so LOUD and so damn INTIMATE?

I feel like I am announcing: MY BOYFRIEND STAYS OVER OFTEN ENOUGH THAT IT WARRANTS LEAVING STUFF BEHIND. It still catches me off guard. It's been there for about 3 days now and I am still taken aback every time I see it. I still do a double-take.

That doesn't belong there.

Except that wait. Yes it does. It does.

And even more fascinating to me: it doesn't scare me. No, no. On the contrary, it fills me with a great and overwhelming sense of security. And maybe that's what scares me a little. Who knew that stability could be so sexy?! (Ah right: everyone but me.)

People may look into crystal balls to tell the future. I look towards the green toothbrush. I say, change is in the bristles.