.................I read Hol's 257 words.
So we met and for some reason she liked me and
then I got to fall in love and into adoration.
I fell in love with her when she threw us a
fractional bithday party for our inner children
so that we could turn 12 and one half. I fell in
love with her when she taught my bird to trust a
human hand. I fell in love with her again when I
walked in the door a month ago to find her sitting
at my kitchen table with one of my crying friends.
I fell in love with her while she was sleeping. I
fell in love with her while she dropped sushi from
I love her touch. And I love her lips. And I love
that I know how to sort of run my fingers through
her amazing hair, so that I can run my fingers
through her amazing hair. I love that she really
asks people how they really are.
I love watching her work. I love watching her in
motion. I love watching her asleep with a book
folded across her stomach. I love that there is
usually a hole in her socks, or that there used to
be. Well, when she wears socks.
I love that we work in tandem and breathe in tandem.
I love that she is my partner in every sense of
that word. I love the way she makes me feel when
we're in the same room, the way I feel even when
she isn't in the room.
I am grateful for her. For who she is, in relation
to me and in relation to others and even in relation
to herself. For what she is about. For what she has
and continues to share(d) with me. For what she
has taught me. For the fact that everytime she takes
something from me, I feel like she's actually giving.
I am grateful. I desire her. I love and am in love
with her. I respect and adore her. I admire her.
And because this is Canada, and because this is
Ontario, the bigger news that we have for every
Oasian involves a wedding in October. Though
if you asked us about it, we'd tell you to call it
a spousing instead of a marriage - because we're
quirky like that.