To my future lover, You know I hate this phrase, but “I told you so.” You will brush my warnings off like bread crumbs. You will forget that I explained every pothole and sinking sandpit to you. You find the hair the shower drain and remember. You see the middle-squeezed toothpaste tube and remember. You search for the television remote and remember. Remember. That I am just as wild as my hair. That I tell you that you are wrong even when you aren’t. That sometimes I have a hard time saying “Good morning.” That sometimes I have a hard time saying “I am sorry.” That sometimes I have a hard time saying “Good night.” That I have an eternally stubbed toe from tripping on my own feet, shoes, and tongue. That I play too much. That I cry too much. That I am too much and too little, but that makes me just enough. That I love you and will love you even when it gets hard. Like burnt waffles and diamonds and your will and my skull. If you misplace your memory daily, I will remind you with my whispered words in your ear, with my gentle fingertips, with my soul bare before you.
To My Future Lover|Ella Snyder/(MyOwnOceans)
Yesssss! 💚
