ANACARINA

“I’ll kiss you if you want me to.”

“I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.”

romanticize self-love. romanticize your fingers on your cheeks, massaging the day away. romanticize your body splayed out in bed sunday afternoons, soaking up the sun, skin glistening like warm honey. romanticize your hands draped out car windows, tickled by the gentle wind. romanticize curtains flung open, you blasting every song that ever made you feel better, giving the neighbors a show they’ll never forget. romanticize cutting things, people and experiences out of your life that make you feel less than complete. romanticize feeling beautiful, affirming your beauty and admiring yourself in nearby mirrors. romanticize the way you speak, with prose draped around your neck and kindness dancing circles in your belly. romanticize your talents, your identity and the pieces of you that you could never live without. say that you are proud, say that you are grateful and say that you are inspiring. romanticize you.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.