I don’t really get jet lag, she said. I just see my husband’s failings more clearly.
I will always remember the day the sun shone dark on your hair & I forgot where we were & kissed you lightly on the nose & suddenly there was no more secret.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Inuit had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
There was a boy with skin as dark as the earth & a girl with eyes as blue as the deep & they loved each other so well that people could not tell them apart, for in their hearts, there was no difference between them.
I had a teacher once who said the greatest mystery of the universe was her husband & after that I could never understand why we wasted so much time on things like the cure for cancer or putting a man on the moon when we could just have all those scientists working on him.
He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.
I have to apologize beforehand for anything that happens, he told her. I haven’t been dating that long & my lizard brain still acts up sometimes.
In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting on the bed, talking & wondering where the time had gone.
It is not what you first think. There is no effort of will, no firm resolve in the face of this thing called living. There is only paying attention to the quiet each morning, while you hold your cup in the cool air & then that moment you choose to spread your love like a cloth … [Read More]
You can’t just say stuff like that, she told me, people will think you’re serious & I nodded & said I know & won’t they be surprised when they finally figure it out & she shook her head & said she should probably make plans then for a backup husband.