a meditation on love pt. 6/6
“The book of love is long and boring. No one can lift the damn thing. It’s full of charts, and facts, and figures, and instructions for dancing. But I love it when you read to me, and you can read me anything.
— Peter Gabriel, The Book of Love
So one again we found ourselves swaying, my hands clasped around his neck and taking in coffee-colored eyes with tree ring lines. Once again in a room full of people feeling like the only two there. “This is how it started…” I trail off. How can everything feel so momentous and yet so ordinary, so natural? As if it was always marching towards this moment surrounded by loves so authentic, with hearts in each chair that we feel so tied to, with exhilaration and safety side by side.
This life has felt preordained towards this joy. Maybe it is, or maybe my worldview has been softened by the love I have gained in the past decade. Either way, I am grateful.
















