My favorite character in my favorite book. That’s what I think of when see this sign. Then I think of one of my favorite poets, and how his words always touch the lonely places inside me. Which makes me think about all the poetry I’ve read.
All the poetry I’ve loved. Then I think of how much I love to read. Just about every genre. How much more I love to write. How much being a writer has meant. Carrying me through years, and emotions, and moments. Then I think how wonderful it is that a word can inspire so much thought. How beautiful words really are. Which inspires me to write, to feel, and to think. All over again. @atticuspoetry@madelinerose1234@mothjournal14@colby1_kenobi@theemmafenwick@john_eight32
“Do you...wanna eat ice cream?” I asked now, but from all the time we’d spent together, You knew there was a back story, something i wasn’t telling me.
And knowing my mother, I knew there’d be a good-sized tub of Ice Cream. I nodded. “I’ll go get it after the game,” I said, then pointed my spoon at the TV, “Now pay attention. Barcelona’s winning.”
After the game was over,I opened the freezer while still explaining the penalty shootouts to you, and pulled out the ice-cream
Although we would’ve been okay eating straight from the tub, the certain amount of domesticity in me chose today, of all days, to make its appearance.
I didn’t know it then, but this move would change everything.
Because the bowls I pulled out were not the small, dainty ones you serve single scoops to guests in. No – they were curry bowls, meant for idli-sambar, or noodles. They would fit three scoops each easily.
When I set them on the counter and walked to the other side of the room to grab spoons, You were behind me.
And then, without warning, or thought, or self-control,I blurted the words out into the air between us.
“Oh my god,” I said, “I love you.”
Much like the ice-cream, time froze. A fun but nervous energy was settling into the room and when you turned around slowly, my voice had turned into a whisper.
“You...what?” you asked, eyes wide, heart hammering.
And as I went on my knees with the Ice Cream bowl in my hands, “will you be The Racheal to My Joey I asked her, cause I’ll share my everything with you from this moment.”
And the next blink of an eye I was kissing you, as we sank down with tears, laughing. “Yes” you screamed, punching me in the face. And as I went on and cleaning our hands which were already full of ice-cream, I saw you dancing and screaming “Yes, a million times yes.”
I grabbed you and hugged you, and promised you every happiness in the world and sealed it with a forehead kiss.
That was the moment where it all started.
I still go the same place where we sat hand in hand and wonder where it all go wrong.
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☼ ‘ why is it that we crave entertainment more than we crave enlightenment?‘ ☼
@emberpoems ✶ #emberpoems
Why would some of us rather dive into a TV series than the contents of our own hearts? Why would some of us rather fill the silence with things that distract us rather than cause us to think, to grow? 🌿