I Love Her (Part ii)

i love her...
...and those split second fissures where she offers half-understood secrets. the hotel room, seventeen floors above any waking life, two hours to sunrise city traffic. i kissed her tears, silent and small, not to condemn and remove them, but to show i find them precious.


{audrey + mel}

i love her...
...and her love of infinitive adverbs. always, never. these words like promises that defy linear time, that rebel against endings, that form sounds of hope, that disprove what we know to be true: nothing is without limit, everything is terminal.


{paul + joanne}

i love her…
…and i’m scared that it shows, that it makes a sieve of my skin and each pore spills over with the light until i’m dripping stars.


{serge + jane}

i love her…
…and she makes me believe everything can be good. she was the sun-sized yes in my world of no. she happened, and happens, rather than almost-happened. despite my fascination with the impossible, she reminds me that, sometimes, it’s all possible.


{lauren + humphrey)

i love her…
…because she rarely, if ever, says sorry. i admire that. if she should break plans last minute, or lock the bedroom door, or take space until further notice, she does so without saying sorry. but also if she should adore you, she does so unapologetically.


{vivien + laurence}

i love her…
…flaws, or what she calls flaws. she doesn’t believe me when i say that her imperfection is amazing to me. she has known chasms of pain, sadness, regret, and i ache for her. my hands have scars from touching her rough edges. yet i would choose no other.


{paul + linda}

i love her…
…and i told her i’d write a letter with all the things i loved about her in it. i used her back once, blue Sharpie, and wrote all the words that belonged to her. i ran out of skin before i ran out of words. we left the stains all over her couch in sweat that night. she never read it.


{courtney + kurt}

i love her…
…because when i hurt, she knows how to handle me. the softness of her eyes cradles my world in those fragile moments. only with a girl so dangerous could i feel so safe.


{spencer + katherine}

i love her…
…and she isn’t the first, but she didn’t have to be. unknowingly, she shows me to myself, challenges my truths, and the pressure forms me into something both tougher and more beautiful.


{barack + michele}

i love her…
…so when she tells me, ‘don’t forget about me,’ it’s all i can do to smile and hold her instead of say, ‘how can i forget you; you’re always on my mind.’ on my mind? flay my skin and she’s there, coursing like an adrenaline feed to my muscles.


{john + yoko}

i love her…
…because every day is a surprise. what luck. to wake and she be there. and surprises of mood, of depth, shifting. i never know what might happen. all quiet before the storm. in admission of my own flaws, i am never bored. i always know why i am there. i wake up and i am lucky.

{words by ellipsis}

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