When I first saw you, I'm like "Aw shit, goddamit look what God did. Hail Mary Jesus!"

And if your life truly flashes in front of you, when you die 
Just know the best time of my life has been loving you.
I love you, you know.



I tried to write down how I loved you, and why I loved you, and why you are better than anything I could have imagined for myself. I tried to describe the curve of your shoulder, the warmth of your breath, the smoothness of your skin. You escape any attempts I have in pinning you down in a page, in my impossible mission of words to say: There. There it is. One more dimension of love. One more way it exists, and I never even knew. 

They settled down for the night in his small, undersized, twin bed. She closed her eyes and let exhaustion wash over her. Next, the sensations. The weight of the blanket. The warmth of his body. The breeze on her toes, peeking out rebelliously from the blankets. Then, a loving hand combing through her hair. Eyes fluttered open to her favorite face, struggling to keep his sweet eyes open in the soft glow of the lamplight. It was one of their last nights together before the trip. A trip. Separation. Soft smiles and a kiss goodnight. Hands, arms curled around one another, they slept.


The way you move is so beautiful. There is unexpected grace in your hands and the tilt of your chin. 
There is monumental strength in your character. Because of your stark, utter lack of sentimentality and romance, your words only ring true. No sly, sleek, empty words meant to only make me happy. You mean it.
The patience and awareness of our differences. You comprehend what I do not, see what I can not. 

You are better than anything I could have imagined for myself.