So much mush already this month makes it hard to come and mush on you all over again. We both know that's not our strength. What is? Oh, our humor, our ability to borrow other people's words and share them with one another, attach them to our feelings, cherish them as though they're a part of us. What else? Our ability to do this all together -not necessarily in complete togetherness, but in conjunction, as a pair, a team, able to make up for the one another's weaknesses.
Why are we here?
Where do we go?
And why is it so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving.
I'll tell you one thing:
It's always better when we're together.
Your hands provide peace along the whole spectrum of emotions. As we sit in the hospital, I shiver, he snores softly, you email work to say, "it's three am and we had a family emergency." using only one hand, the other tangled in my nervous moving fingers. As we lounge in the movie theater watching Neighbors and laughing hysterically about the way it mirrors our life you rest your hand on my thigh and I twist my fingers all through yours. As we meander down the street, you hold tight to the hand that isn't walking the dog, apologizing for any sweating that could happen as a result of the heat and our movement, but not letting go.
Love is the answer, at least,
for most of the questions of my heart.
These steps -marriage, adulthood, home ownership- wouldn't be the same, enjoyable, comfortable with anyone but you. Your steady heart and strong hands and deep laughs always reminding me you're ready to walk. Not walk just any old walk, but walk our walk -step by step, moment by moment, moving together.
Always together. Always better.
All italics are lyrics from Jack Johnson's "Better Together".
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