mostly nonsense

CCXLIV.

A list of things for which I have no use:

1. A disregard for the politics involved in taking up space on this planet - on buses, in busy hallways, in crosswalks
2. Perfunctory humor
3. Pretending not to love someone

I’m angry that I can’t just tell you how much I love you all of the time, that the words would eventually lose their meaning. Am I angry? I used to be, quite often. Not so much anymore. It’s hard to be mad at the world when it’s so large, and parts of it so eager and soft. People will always surprise me; they’ll always be funnier, more compassionate, more creative, more clever, more able to love.

The world is so large, and so quiet. We gravitated to cities in search of each other. The best nights are the ones we let other people document because we’re too busy living them. When it snows I think of you and that we only took walks in the worst weather when we knew no one else would be looking. People find friendship in the strangest of places, our story is special to only us. Our children will cry over the poetry we read today, sock feet on old couches bathed in new lamplight.

The world is so large, and we’re only here to make it laugh.