What if, instead of all the good things you think you won’t happen, and all the bad things you think will, we did things the way they exist on my list:
Your hand fits, just right, against mine.
We laugh at corny jokes.
We sing off-key
We make cheerful messes.
We go on complicated jungle treks, to the local grocery store.
We smile soo much our faces hurt.
We try to get our faces stuck that way.
We howl simultaneously at the moon.
We argue like it’s the most reluctant thing we’ve ever done.
We make up like it’s the best chocolate chip cookie we’ve ever seen.
We cry into each other’s shoulders.
We laugh into each other’s breath.
We cheer for the winning side.
We cheer for the losing side.
We just fucking cheer.
We talk while eating ice cream, until it runs down our arms.
We create problems, just so we can solve them.
We puzzle until our puzzlers are sore..go to bed, and then puzzle some more?
We learn what we sound like when we snore in tandem.
We become curious cats, and investigative rats
We stand back-to-back and shoulder-to-shoulder.
Fight like the devil and go where angels fear to tread.
Have pretend rock concerts and picnics in bed.
What if we:
Shared entire bookshelves of our private history.
Played favorite stories like old vinyl records.
Danced through the kitchen and into the yard.
Loved each other louder, each time it got hard.
Made promises and then kept them.
Made miracles manifest.
Gave it our greatest.
Invested our best.
Tried again over and over, until we finished first in last place.
Loved and loved and loved each other, all over the place.
What if we kept going, even when we would fail.
Let the wind just take us, wherever we sail.
Just love ourselves and each other, up until we master the art.
Stop listening to our brains, and just feel..with our hearts!
What if we stop running away and start running to stay.
Love each other, just a bit more..every day.