building bridges

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i see you smiling wherever you are, pipetting vials with your black noise cancelling Bose headphones on, picking up mice by their tails, running along the sidewalks of strangers to a lab as your crow’s feet pinch the very edge of your happy soul.

i not only imagine you happy, but eager, learning the data of your scientific curiousity, pushing into the unknown molecules of minds, helping the world through science, and there’s a certain knowing that tidal waves through my heart.

i still can’t wait for your morning-hello-fingers to sneak under the sheets and hook into the top of my boxer briefs.

i even enjoy the (boring) boiled happy eggs you make every morning, the way you crack-peel the tops and spoon out the runny yellow to your vegan-butter-bread.

i boff watching you scamper around the house to water the mint and montsera in your black underwear.

i don’t always understand what you say which makes saying it even better.

i admire how much work you do; for the pets, the plants, for the parts and things you love most in this life.

i am proud mostly, to the tipping point of emotion, that we patiently waited out our demons and opened our skeleton closets and giggled as their vulnerable bones googly-eyed polka danced for us.

i am lucky to know and choose you, and i hope you enjoy my mind as much as i enjoy yours.

i’m at peace with you but it doesn’t feel passive; there’s still much to uncover and do and i wonder: is this how mature love feels?