00:27, 8TH APRIL 2013 WAS THE FIRST TIME WE SAID
‘I LOVE YOU’ AT THE SAME TIME
EVERYBODY TELLS ME THAT BEING IN LOVE, OR EVEN JUST LOVING, IS ONE OF THESE BIG CRAZY THINGS BUT HONESTLY I THINK THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD IS TO WAKE UP NEXT TO YOU, GROGGY AND DRYMOUTHED, AND SMILE ANYWAY. THINGS ARE PRETTY WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP AND I AM IN THE LIVING ROOM, AND THEY ARE PRETTIER STILL WHEN YOU ARE AWAKE AND COME TO JOIN ME WITH HALF A GLASS OF WATER.
YOU ARE SO SOFT AND SO GENTLE. YOU ARE LIKE A SHELL AND WHEN I PUT MY EAR TO YOUR MOUTH YOU WHISPER MY NAME LIKE I AM THE OCEAN. I SEND MYSELF EMAILS TO REMEMBER ALL THE LOVELY THINGS I WANT TO SAY TO YOU AND I WISH I WERE THE TYPE OF PERSON TO KEEP THEM ALL IN A BOTTLE AND SMASH IT ON OUR THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY.
I HAVE STARTED CALLING YOU ‘BABY’. YOU DIDN’T LIKE IT AT FIRST, BUT NOW YOU DON’T PROTEST. I WANT TO TAKE CARE OF YOU FOREVER, EVEN WHEN YOU ARE GOOGLING PICTURES OF ROBOTS AND WE ARE LAUGHING SO MUCH. EVEN WHEN YOU ARE TICKLING ME AND I AM SCREAMING AND YOU DON’T HAVE A SENSITIVE NERVE IN YOUR BODY. EVEN WHEN I AM SICK, I WILL MAKE YOU SOUP. I WILL MAKE YOU SOUP.
YOU BOUGHT ME FLOWERS WITH THE LAST SPARE CHANGE IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT AND I REMEMBER IT LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY. MY MOM BUYS FLOWERS AND TRAILS THEM ALL AROUND HER HOUSE, BECAUSE IN HER TWENTIES SHE COULDN’T AFFORD THEM, BUT SHE CAN NOW. YOU PROMISED ME WE’D NEVER BE WITHOUT FRESH FLOWERS. I PREFER PLANTS IN SOIL, BECAUSE THEY DON’T DIE SO QUICKLY.
YOU ARE ALL THE GHOSTS AT THE BACK OF MY CLOSET, BUT THE NICE KIND OF GHOSTS THAT TUCK ME IN AT NIGHT. I MISS YOU WHEN YOU AREN’T AROUND. I AM GLAD THAT I HAVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU TO MAKE SHADOW PUPPETS WITH WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, BECAUSE WHEN IT GETS DARK AND THE FIGURES GET A LITTLE HARDER TO SEE, YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE HOLDING MY HAND.
ONCE I CAME HOME AND THERE WERE THESE HUGE TEARS IN YOUR EYES AS YOU SAT IN FRONT OF THE LAPTOP AND I WANTED TO CRY TOO. WHEN I ASKED WHY, YOU TOLD ME HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED IN THE FIRST WEEK OF WWI. THEN YOU TOLD ME HOW EDWARD VIII GAVE UP THE THRONE FOR TRUE LOVE, AND WE WONDERED WHY IT WASN’T IN THE MOVIES YET. THAT’S A MOVIE BOTH OF US WOULD SEE ON THE FIRST DAY.
IT IS A RUSH FOR THE SHAVING CREAM IN THE MORNING, A RUSH TO COVER OUR HANDS IN THAT FAKE SNOW AND SMEAR IT ALL OVER EACH OTHER’S FACES. I’LL NEVER LET SUMMER DIE, AND I’LL BECOME DUST ONE DAY, AND I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT TWISTS ME INTO KNOTS FROM THE INSIDE OUT AND YOU MASSAGE THEM OUT OF MY BACK ONE BY ONE BY ONE BY ONE BY ONE BY ONE BY ONE BY ONE. WHAT A WORLD IT IS WHEN WE SHARE A COUCH!