love
M, I didn’t stop writing you after you broke up with me, I just stopped pressing SEND. I tried to just do a word doc, but it didn’t satisfy the need. So I started a blog, posting for the world what was meant for you. I started pushing PUBLISH.
I had a plan
1 get a dog, 2.go to dog park, 3. make a woman fall in love with me.
Worked Like a charm. ha
What couldn’t be planned was just how wonderful a grl she would turn out to be. Someone that I could trust with my deepest darkest secrets, secrets that I thought made me unlovable. And a girl who could share those secrets of hers with me. A connection that sounds like a fake hollywood story. a connection so strong it held us together through months of hell.
Our roads leading to that park were long and whindy. And only God knows why it had to happen this way, but I fell in love with that girl, with you,
Would you like to know why?
I didnt fal in love with you because of your beautiful eyes, your perfect nose or sexy lips.
I didnt fall in love with you because of your rigid ears or freaking awesome hair
nor was is because you face can be found in my sketchbooks.
It wasn't’ because of your swagger or the way you look down when you know all eyes are on you as you walk up
IDFILWY because of you awsome figure or how you look in yoga pants.
It wasn’t because you kiss good.
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It wasn’t even your amazing smile!
I fell in love with you, in the dog park under an umbrella in the rain. Both of us content in silence.
I fell in love with you, when you brought me Q tips and and handful of Twix for my birthday.
….. when you put my head in your lap and you stroked my face until my headache was gone.
…… when you let me put cranberries and chocolate chips into the banana bread.
….. when we were next to each other at the kitchen table, surrounded by 8 kids eating a dinner we prepared together.
….. as I watched you run for the train, on the way back from Folsom.
…… because no questions asked you helped me countless times when I totaled the car
….. When you did, one more burpee, with me
…… when I looked up at you as you were walking down into the baptismal font.
….When you jumped on the couch, put your feet in my lap, cause you knew that I would care for you.
…. because you’ve never let me get away with saying the minimum, with closing you out.
I fell in love with who you are. I love who you are. I’ve called you a Rembrandt to illustrate a principle, but that doesn’t begin you describe how valuable, how special, how important, how priceless you are.
I love you
