If I could, I would just quote song lyrics at you all day. Or better yet Shakespearean sonnets. Words. Paragraphs. Pages. All of beautiful poetry and prose. All of meticulously chosen words. All of incredible eloquence that so perfectly describe how I feel about you. I can’t take their words though. I need to weave together an intricate tapestry of my own, so I can accurately convey to you how much you truly mean to me. Sure, I can pull from a myriad of sources, but no matter how magnificently written, none will include obscure food-related romance references. No compilation of these great works of love will ever be enough. I’m sure of it.
If I showed up at your door with a picnic blanket, coffee, and , you would know exactly why I chose those items. Everyone else would probably judge me and my (ostensibly) poor sense of picnic-appropriate provisions. You would laugh and fall to the floor clutching your stomach, grinning from ear to ear.
If I pitched a baseball or drove a stick shift car, I would smile and think of you. I would smile and thank you. These skills may not be impressive now, but when I end up in a situation that requires them, I know I’ll be prepared because of you. I now know I can be that girl who saves the day because she can drive the manual car.
If I could allow you to feel even a fraction of the things I feel, I would in a heartbeat. But a life of ‘ifs’ can never be quite as fulfilling as a life of ‘I wills.’
I will discover a way to express how much I love and care about you.
I will show up at your door for a spontaneous picnic.
I will pitch baseballs and drive manual cars.
I will let that very heartbeat speak for itself.
Never full circle 