It’s miraculous the way the sun always shines when we’re together, even when the forecast calls for rain. The way she knows all the lyrics to every song that comes on the radio, and sings them with the soul of an angel fallen to earth. The way she has of being big that never makes me feel small, and the way we fit together when we’re sleeping. Her hand on my hip, her lips on my skin. She’s the green to my blue, and her shoulder fits my head perfectly when it looks like the bad guy’s gonna win…and she always, ALWAYS knows what to say to make the world make sense when everything’s falling apart, even when she’s sure she doesn’t. The way she teaches me, the way she cradles me, the way the green of her eyes deepens every time I see her, etching my heart like hot water through ice.
He smiles like summer sunsets, and swaggers like a cowboy, and he holds the door just to watch my ass as I walk through. By all rights, he never should have survived to ever meet me, but here he is – in my bed, in my life, loving the hell out of me for seeing things that other people don’t. He’s strong and brave and sits through 6-hour girly concerts just so she can sing romantic songs to his girlfriend. He’s sweeter than he’ll admit, and wiser than he knows, and the way his eyes go dark when he’s feeling wicked leaves me weak in the knees.
She giggles and stares, wide-eyed, amazed at me, not ever noticing I don’t always know what I’m doing. She lives pure joy, and loves so fiercely sometimes it leaves marks. She cries and I would pull the moon down out of the sky to make it better. She is beautiful, like we all were when we were new and shiny, and she doesn’t even know it. She is cloud watching and stargazing and pressed flowers under her pillow and I love her more than I can say.
She, he, she…they…so miraculous, so wondrous, I catch my breath just thinking of our time together.
It’s a miracle how well I’m loved.
Oh, my sweet love. My sweet, beautiful, gorgeous love. Your generosity is awe inspiring. You give me/us so much and you do it with love and humor and grace and humility. I don’t know what I did in this life or previous ones to deserve being loved by you, but I’m really glad for it.
With all that’s going on in your life, you find the time to love each of my selves deeply and passionately. I don’t ever take it for granted, every nod, wink and blown kiss is cherished and put in a box for safekeeping. It’s overwhelming and amazing that you see so much, you see all of me, each of me and you appreciate every bit, even the not so great parts.
I love you
I want to set the moon in the sky just for you
I want to be there when you need a shoulder
or a laugh
I want to sing every love song, every passionate, rebellious rock song
to you,
I want to kiss you and love you and grow old with you
I want a lifetime with you
I want laughter and smiles and silliness
I want serious conversations
I want quiet moments watching the trees sway
I want you
forever
Oh, my love…your love is a wonderful, amazing miracle. Thank you thank you thank you thank you!
Will you two stop with this disgusting sweetness already? I’m sick of it. Seriously…. *guffaw* Okay, I couldn’t keep a straight face for too long there.
You two are awesome, the way you love each other is awesome, the way you let us be voyeurs to your love is awesome.
<3 Lotsa love!
Awwww, thank you, sweetie. And, yeah, you discovered our secret plan – to turn the world into hopeless romantics. Is it working?
I think is IS! I mean, I would NEVER have been so mushy with @jstolle on Twitter (or in real life, for that matter) if I hadn’t had the sweet influences of you & Kyle!
Bwa ha ha haaaaa! Soon everyone will be under the thrall of mushy love!