“If I ever push you away, I don’t really mean to.  When I tell you I don’t want to talk about it, I do, I am just looking for the right words.  Give me a minute, and if I can tell you; I will.  I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time.  At the moment, I am working on the ratio.  When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say.  I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once and I don’t know what to say first.  I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis.  I miss you really easily, but I also like that we can be apart and we are both okay.  Space is good, too.  I love the way were love some of the same things.  And I love how we love entirely different things.  My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and somehow, the future.  I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying.  And I am one person and I am two hands an dI am one heart.  And I love you and I am so glad you are here.”



“Marry me.  Let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.  We can go to the movies and sit in the back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.

Marry me.  We’ll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than the walls.  We can hold hands and go to parties we end up ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.

Marry me.  And slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.  Let me love you forever.

Marry me.”



Something that gives us crazy tanginess.  Makes our thighs abnormally large.  Causes us to eat unhealthy amounts of food.  Gives us millions of old tee-shirts to stuff into our drawers.  Give us all the nasty and painful bruises and the gross and permanent scars.  Something we must sacrifice all our time to.  Something we must sacrifice our bodies to.  Something that can break our hearts after a loss.  Yet, it is something that brings us to meet the 15 other people that we grow to adore.  It is something that takes us on adventures like no other and teaches us life lessons that nothing else could.  It is what keeps us in such healthy shape.  It gives us a meaning to passion and determination.  It gives us endless memories.  It’s something we need. It’s our life and the reason we breathe.  It’s soccer and we thrive on it.