Gotta Boat

“I love blurry photographs; the laugh in them. The last moment shift when someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut. The repositioning and reaching out and the camera tumbling down from its unsteady perch. I love that there is no space left for imperfections when all you can see is joy. Looking back, I wonder if there were years in which I didn’t laugh at all, when I had my lips pressed into a line, and my smile, hesitant, and my words, silenced. My anxiety attacks take me to twelve, my now straight hair to fourteen. I don’t need these pictures to remind me of who I was then, because I am still getting over her. I don’t want the precision of those times, the sharpness that I could never completely escape. I will have these photo albums be kind, the way my memory isn’t.”

“I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.”

“Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover. I fawn over these people. I have given them my heart and my soul. The trouble is, I’m unable to love anyone tangible. I have sacrificed a physical bond, for a metaphysical relationship. I am the ultimate idealistic lover.”

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