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“Are you two related?”
“Not yet.  Working on it.”

If some kind stranger
Brought to your attention
That you were treading
Heavily on sacred ground
Would you heed the message?
Would you flip him off
Call him names, threaten his face
Jump up and down
Crushing life beneath your feet
And scream profane things
At the audacity of him?
Who the hell is he
To gently remind you
When you have overstepped
Yourself…as usual?

Or would you look around
In wonder and reverence
And step lightly away to the edges
So as not to further disturb
The ancient magic of this place
With your petty roughshod rage

Your mindless unconscious blathering

Your foolish arrogant misplaced pride

Your dirty feet…?

Would you apologize

Stare at the ground
Kick rocks
And consider for once
That this thing that you’ve desecrated
This silent holy place
Was never meant for the likes of you
And graciously FUCK OFF
Over there?

He’s got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen on a man.

He’s honest.  No bullshit, no embellishment, no malice, no vindictiveness, no sneaky or shady shit.
What you see is what you get.

He never misses an opportunity to bring me flowers.

He evokes tenderness in me.  He’s somehow made me sweeter, made me beautiful in my own eyes.

After I met him, I almost didn’t recognize myself in pictures.  I don’t think I’d ever seen myself in love.  That girl looks amazing.

He holds me steady when I’m not.

“I love you baby, but I will straight up shoot you in the face if you turn zombie on me.
You go zombie, I don’t know you.”

10653331_651007085014334_4871181397178836146_n   THIS.

10653312_10203904244342418_7961275568280277730_n  He goes out of his way to surprise me with simple things…


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