There was a week and a half there, maybe two, where we were perfectly happy. The reality that love doesn't fix everything else wrong with the world hadn't yet shouldered its way through the door of that first cheap apartment. We ate Chinese food, naked together in that bed that hadn't started to seem overly small. We talked, not having run out of mysteries. Our peculiarities were adorable, our human frailties endearing.
She's cut her hair; I have a bit of a paunch. We're naked only in the shower with the door locked. It's work, now. But it's still love.
Love IS work, indeed. And so worth it. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and commenting :)
DeleteA novel's worth of story in so few bittersweet lines. Well done!! xo
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DeleteI love this. Completely accurate, and endearing.
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DeleteEnduring love, the pilot light still on!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading :)
DeleteI had a love like that, but it didn't last. Brought back memories for me strangely enough.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your relating to it, thank you!
DeleteThe real stuff. Love this.
ReplyDeleteI like this.
ReplyDeleteMany people call love magical and dream of forever. I love and know it's work. I, too, cause much work but it's all good.
You romantic you...
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DeleteOh to be cocooned in emotion at the beginning of things...thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for reading and for commenting :)
Deleteah first love!
ReplyDeleteFirst and only, from the looks of things :)
DeleteNow here is a human being. From one to another...love ya.
ReplyDeleteno homo of course. awkward
Uh, okay? Lol.
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