character of him
- kind. like the helping an old woman across the street kind. the stopping to ask the homeless man if he wants a hamburger kind, the buying dinner for the older couple at the diner booth behind us kind.
- faithful. the kind of faithful that looks you in the eyes always and chooses you with every breath. the kind of faithful that will choose you when your skin crimps over and your bones start to hurt and your muscles begin to swell. that kind of faithful.
- funny. belly-hurting, skin aching funny, the sort of funny that keeps us up in a mess of duvets laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing and laughing.
- tender. the kind that holds you tighter when its cold out. the kind that kisses foreheads instead of necks, the kind that hears the baby cry and goes to get it instead of waking you up tender. the sort of tender that looks at your tears and says i will cry with you, i will hold you. that tender.
- brave. the kind of stare hard at the thing that is scaring you until it goes away sort of brave.
- loving. the kind that goes beyond the not-sleeping activities, the collarbone kisses, the way your hips curve just so. the kind of love that brings mugs of coffee before you rise, before he leaves. the kind that goes to your father and says this daughter of yours is my gem, my pearl of greatest price, i will care for her as long as i shall live as well as i can, more and more. the kind of love that whispers all the ways he admires your tenacity, your fire, your art, your love.
i hope you’re good at choosing, every day.
i promise to choose you until time itself burns, i will.