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By darwin Date: 2004 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.03.18.04.13408]] |
| I can't write the saddest lines any more. They just aren't there. I can't tell you my heart is broken and the tears won't stop flowing. I can't tell you that I will go on a broken woman... I can't tell you that my nights are empty and long. Because they aren't anymore. I sleep through the night now, and I wake up and find a warm body next to me. And sighs softly when I touch him. I can't say that I look for a face in the crowd, hoping that kismet will strike, or cupid at least (for one night) and blessed be the heavens will rain down love! Because they did one day, and now there is a ring and house to prove it. I don't look for meaning in a strangers glance. I don't sit in a coffee shop with a thick book and glasses sliding from my nose, hoping that my nerd ridden exterior will grab some pedantic pedagogues vision. As much as I once hoped that my intelligence would net some geeky bachelor, truth be told is that I never found much luck with love. It was a downtrodden time that I hope I never have to repeat again. As every newlywed hopes I am sure, but every time I see him waiting for me I believe it. He hugs me every second he gets. He kisses me for being stubborn, and tells me that I always want to be right (if he only knew that I always am!). But he loves me for these faults of mine. He loves me for my stubborn ways, and for my sometimes frivolous heart. He loves me for all the men I have slept with and in spite of it, maybe for it. He loves the times I am patient when he is not, and when the lines go to slow that I can make him laugh with a single face. I love how he never slept naked before me, and now he won't go a single night without his bare skin. I love his skin, his soft skin, that never pulls away from me. I love how he can never hug me for too long. How now matter how many times I call him during the day, he never gets sick of it, because he does the same. I could go on and on and on, and I will (in my head). But love exists even in the darkest moments when you think your legs will never close. Even when you think you have lost it, it happens. And it will happen, because every day, at some point we sing that crazy beatles song "all you need is love!" And damnit, they were right. |