Love Letter
I spent today looking at the pictures of the prettiest girls from my town…and wondering where they’d all be right now…at homes or in dorms? In stranger’s beds or sleeping on floors? We love unconditionally in our own ways. They saw me off while I saw everyone content to stay. Some are traveling and some are moving …some got old and got married …some are scraping bottoms of scary cities.
One day, I danced with her through a store …no longer out of my league. No longer the boy I was before. She is feathers in her hair and frills on her shoulders …only better as she’s gotten older…taking my hand and twirling through racks of sweaters…we get to the check out aisle just as I dip her …she smiles a high school smile.
At dinner that night, as bottle after bottle of my father’s homemade wine winds up inside our stomachs and in our blood, we tell one another things I’ll remember. And regardless of the pounding hangover and the fuzzy walk home, smelling like garlic and cologne, I can’t unhear those things that came out of her.
Love is love is love …for me, for you, for everyone.
