whippet called dobby

“In a marriage you love yourself first. You expose your bruised heart, you brush the dust off you yourself. You clean the house for yourself first. Not as a duty. Not as a responsabilty. As a favor to you. And you love, love yourself first. You peel the oranges for yourself first. You are tender with yourself. You smell the cinnamon, your salty mouth, your eyes of peppermint. You love that about yourself first. In a marriage, it’s never the husband who is misunderstood. The one drowning in the kitchen. Heartbreak and tears, and all kind of spices. The one with knife-cuts on both hands. The one standing tall. You love yourself because in a marriage time is more expensive than jewerly. And you don’t give yourself time? My woman, ’ tell me why don’t you enjoy yourself? Why do you wreck the world only to find out you are the center of the universe? Love yourself, cause you love more than anybody else. Nobody loves like you. In a marriage, you are elegant, sophisticated. Nobody owns you. Or owes you. God created you brilliant. And you know prayers of love. In a marriage you put yourself first. Cause the women before you would be damned if you gave your heart, the secret of the world, away to anyone less powerful, less tender than you.”

“It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.”