Puppy Love

It made sense that you didn’t want me to drive you. It made sense that we kissed last night. It makes sense that we’re both sick. It makes sense that I just ran as fast as I could from my car to my door so the ice air would freeze my lungs. I took the stairs four at a time. The last time I felt this way was never.

I will sit calm and confident on the outside and raging with love on the inside. Nobody will believe me when I tell them. Nobody will trust my words. They’ve heard it before, they\’ll say, but they weren’t listening carefully enough, this time or last time.

I woke up this morning to your face, to your voice. If we’re both listening, we will hear the same tune, we will dance to the same music. Is it just me or has the world descended on top of the two of us? Didn’t it feel like we were the only two people in the restaurant last night? I’m sorry you feel sick and confused. I don’t want to confuse you. I want to infuse you. I will not refuse you.

I will be miserable when you’re away the rest of the week. I will call you in Minneapolis. Give me your address so I can mail you a letter there. Please. I’ll mail it tomorrow so you can have it on Christmas Eve. What do you want for Christmas? What do you want for Hannukah? I want only one thing.

Thanks for listening. Thank you for introducing magic to my life. Thank you for understanding every single word, whether I say it or not. Always the beautiful answer who asks the more beautiful question.