Prose

For the first time, I smiled when I wrote of you

I saw a picture of you and I thought maybe the name Declan would fit but only if he looked more like you than me.

And I thought of making a list of 180 things that made me happy and immediately every time you spoke of me or to me trickled into my mind.

It's quite the miraculous possibility that I no longer love you endlessly. It's quite possible that this endless pool of thick, carnation pink liquid does, in fact, have a bottom.

But it is almost definite that some of the best memories I will ever have start and end with you.

And I suppose Declan will work for anyone, even if you don't make up half.

August 8, 2014 1:46pm