“Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
Isn’t it funny how marvelous things go up in a marvelous flame?
You were marvelous the moment I saw you. I was absolutely bewildered and terrified.
You were marvelous the moment you handed me a hand-made paper flower. I scoffed. Told people it was probably one of a hundred you’d made others.
You were marvelous the first night we spent at the pier where you tried your very fucking hardest not to kiss me and stopped yourself every time you involuntarily reached for me… and hoped I might not notice.
You were marvelous when you read to me. When you clasped the necklace around my neck that sits delicately on my collarbone as I type. Marvelous when we sat on your porch late at night smoking shisha and talking of dreams.
Marvelous when you decided to trust me and marvelous when deciding it wouldn’t break you to know I couldn’t trust you.
You’re marvelous now… as you rest your beautiful head on your pillow and dream. Dreams I couldn’t touch or taint. And when you stop dreaming, you’ll wake up without holding me. And you’ll not tell me how beautiful I am when my eyes are barely open. And you’ll get ready for your day. Meticulously pack your lunch. You’ll not forget a thing. You’ll be perfectly put together as you always were… even when keeping me together.
And you’ll be marvelous.
