Good Morning, Fire Eater

We sit on a park bench in the moonlight. I suggest we carve our initials in the bench under the guise of romance, but really I’ve forgotten your name and could really use the hint

“My wife passed away last January. We’d been married for 62 years. You caught me at a time when I’ve been thinking a lot about love because I’m reading Shakespeare’s sonnets. The definition of love is elusive, which is why we write about it endlessly. Even Shakespeare couldn’t touch it. All the greatest love stories just seem to be about physical attraction. Romeo and Juliet didn’t know ifthey liked the same books or movies. It was just physical. After 62 years, it becomes something different entirely. My wife used to say: ‘We are one.’ And believe me, she was not the type of person to overstate something. Now that she’s gone, I realize how right she was. So much of our lives were linked. We were very physical and affectionate. But we also shared every ritual of our life. I miss her every time I leave a movie and can’t ask for her opinion. Or every time I go to a restaurant and can’t give her a taste of my chicken. I miss her most at night. We got in bed together at the same time every night.”

David Garvin

I don’t wanna be lost like this anymore.

Oscar Isaac photographed by Mark Seliger

//12:06. (via missinyouiskillingme)

I’m light as a feather I’m bright as the Oregon breeze