You’ve had my heart for so long
And yet I pretend like I’m unaffected.
Every time I breathe, I feel your love in my lungs
But I still call you “dude”
Rather than “baby”
Because “dude” comes with a way out,
And the only thing I’m truly good at anymore
Is finding a means of escape.
I used to think kids were impractical,
Just steamy piles of chaos personified.
I’d call them “womb fruit” and “crotch goblins”
And maybe sometimes “bedroom participation trophies,”
And everyone around me knew that those creatures were not for me.
Because that’s what I told them.
“Kids are gross and expensive”
Was easier to say than being vulnerable,
And yet it was easy for me to tell you
“I don't want kids because I’m scared that I won’t be enough for them.”
And somehow it was even easier for you to say:
“That’s why you’d have a partner to help.”
What I didn’t say,
And what I’m guessing you didn’t read between my poorly strung-out words was:
“I’m afraid to be alone,
And I don’t think anyone would stay.”
Marriage seemed like something I’d do only out of convenience.
A “married by thirty to a random friend
Because events are less lonely
And taxes are less expensive” kind of union,
Because loves leave
But friends tend to stay a bit longer.
And in all this time,
No one told me that marrying a friend
Could still be an act of love,
Rather than convenience.
It never occurred to me that such a kind friend
Would become my favorite lover.
I haven’t described someone as “kind,”
At least, not the way I describe you with it.
My childhood best friend taught me
To treat “kind” like it holds magnitude.
I’ve been known to say “I love you” with reckless abandonment,
But hold back “kind” until absolutely necessary.
I saved the word until I found someone who embodied it,
In the same way that when asked to rate something on a scale of 1-10,
The highest I’ll go is a 9.75
Because 10 needs to be saved for the best.
When I look at you,
You
Are my 10.
And when asked how I’d describe you,
One of the first things out of my mouth every time is:
“He’s so kind.”
And I paint walls and sentences with it
Like it is the only word I know
Because to me, you are the person most deserving of that title
And eloquent words don’t hold the same weight
As “kind.”
I didn’t think I deserved it.
“Nice” people leave
And assholes stay,
And despite how difficult they make life,
Assholes still hold more warmth than empty sheets
And I’d rather share a table with an enemy
Than eat dinner alone.
Which is probably the cause of most of my messed up past relationships.
And I acknowledge that it was unhealthy.
But at least toxic was never boring
So, I'm working on it.
And I’m working through it.
For the time being, he’s beside me.
My lover,
My friend,
My partner,
A kind, gentle man.
The kind of man that women write books about,
And men laugh at women for reading.
And suddenly, kids don't seem as gross.
Marriage doesn’t feel like a business transaction,
But like a partnership.
An opportunity to wake up next to you every day.
Rinse and repeat.
New adventures and old love,
And enough stories to tell our children’s children,
With enough omissions to keep it clean.
More love than seen before in a single place
And humility,
Because we know we’re imperfect
But together we hold strong.
Tomorrow,
If you asked me to run away with you,
I’d laugh and call you goofy
Because tomorrow holds too much opportunity
And I refuse to enable you to give up.
But when the time is right,
If you hold me tight,
And tell me that you love me from down on one knee,
I would say yes.
Even if you proposed with a fragile piece of thread.
I’d wear a ribbon like a wedding band
And let your kindness fill in the gaps.
Besides,
The best gifts come wrapped in ribbon,
And your love is the best gift I’ve ever received.
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