Wednesday, June 25, 2014

6/24/14

"this is divine. This is sublime." I'll say.
"good," you'll say "you deserve the best."
and I'll blush like I'm 14 again and you'll make me feel fourteen again but in the best way. and you'll understand that cheesecake bites taste good in every flavor and it doesn't count as coffee if it comes in a cone. People won't get what we're up to or why the sidewalk is just so funny. but we will.

because when you're happy nothing has to make sense to be right.

It's why there's no textbook, no curriculum no class on how to smile. There is no logic, no arithmetic, no algorithm on happiness. You can't bottle bubbly, no matter what the vineyards tell you. but somehow, somehow you'll pour a glass of bubbly every time I look at you. and the magicians best kept secret will be where you store all that bliss-but it won't really matter, as long as you crack it out on rainy days. as long as you share it always and always. as long as your expiration date is a figment of the future, the very distant future.

"let's dance" you'll say.
and there will be laughter in the air and sparklers burning all across the sky and my dress will twirl like I'm seven years old and it will be so happy. It will be a night we'll want to take a photograph but we won't have time between the songs to find a camera and you'll lay a kiss on my lips without touching my face and I'll blush like I'm fourteen again. A Polaroid worthy night. And we'll be so carefree.

 I'll probably wear your glasses because I think that's cute and my vision was too good for that sort of cute and you'll let me. You'll know how much I love it and you'll love me and you'll love me in your glasses and me with endless cheesecake bites and me with such a small music selection and terribly ranged singer me and happy happy happy me. and you'll be happy too.

and we'll deserve every heuristic the doctors try to give us on coming out of the clouds and they'll try to reduce the swelling but we won't ever want to shrink down to normal and they can't make us. Because all the sights worth looking at late in the night, when love is on our mind, find themselves high high high so we'll put ourselves on a kite and take off running.

We'll be so happy and we'll laugh when they want to make sense.




4 comments:

  1. You can't bottle bubbly, no matter what the vineyards tell you. but somehow, somehow you'll pour a glass of bubbly every time I look at you.

    Oh man. This post just made me all warm and fuzzy inside, love it!

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  2. It's why there's no textbook, no curriculum no class on how to smile. There is no logic, no arithmetic, no algorithm on happiness. You can't bottle bubbly, no matter what the vineyards tell you.

    Ahhhh!! This is beautiful! Love the whole post!

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  3. Your posts are always so beautiful, I can't help but read them over and over. Amazing.

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  4. I really love your writing. It captures a truly natural human condition. <3

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