I remember my first love, dancing in my kitchen with my mother. It was a tender age, a time decorated in innocence but fueled with desire. She was teaching him how to slow dance so he could be ready for our prom. Although we went our separate ways, that moment never died. Sometimes when my mind drifts off, this is where it goes and I smile.
I remember when my son was born. All I wanted to do was reach for the smallest hand I've ever held, and never let it go. I don’t remember much from when he was a newborn - it’s a hazy sleepless fog. I hardly remember the pain or the recovery. But, I distinctly remember two hands with five tiny fingers all wrapped around just one of mine.
My best friend, we love each other in a way where I don’t even have say a word and she knows where my heart is. She knows exactly what I need at exactly the right time. I hope to God I am her person as much as she is mine.
Dare I say, I've given love to a former stranger, standing there naked under a fateful blue moon. Everything a fairytale besides our deflated, paper hearts with scores where ink was drawn - once upon a time.
When I think about love, I think I might have loved everybody I've ever met in a small way. I don’t believe that love has to always be this untouchable and sophisticated philosophy. Love is a look, a touch, a feeling, a question. It's an energy, and it can never be completely destroyed. These little moments make their way to the forefront of my mind, and usually when I need them most. I don’t believe they ever have to be let go of. I think people can live in you forever, clothed in the special potion of love they made for you. Allow it to create the tapestry of your life. Let it keep you warm when you are cold, its dark, and you're wet. It was meant to be taken like a vitamin. They gave you a dosage with a supply to last a lifetime.
Its only you, in a room, with light beams that project unto a screen. The flickering noise are tiny moments strung together in flashes. You're outside of yourself, watching life go by in a motion picture. The soundtrack is life's infinite playlist. It was meant to be played out loud.
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