I know an anniversary is only supposed to be one day - but I didn't want to post two sappy things yesterday so it's carrying over! I found this on Em's blog awhile back, and it blew me away. It's so beautifully written. (I bolded the lines that especially resonated with me).
I have imagine myself between the flames and the leap and wondered: Could I? Would I?
Do you remember that February night at Lake Michigan? We ripped off our clothes and ran for the water and screamed at the moon. The snow burned our bare feet. Instincts raged against continuing. Entire histories of biological evolution revolted. And we kept running. Beyond ourselves. We overcame ourselves. Leaped into the water. Became someone else.
I would've jumped. I would've grabbed your hand, looked at you knowingly, and tried to say something spontaneous and poetic like, "You're the fire in the snow. You are my biggest leap. You made my building fall. And like a fiery explosion of flower petals and yellow taffy, you turned all my tragedies into acoustic ballads by lonely boys." And we would've jumped and fallen into the unknown, together.
After years I'm still falling. I still can't wait for you to get home at night. I still sneak glances at you when you're not looking. And my feelings for you still ache to be articulated in the form of birds and fish and water and mountains. I don't know what it means. I still sit in this smoldering rubble and wonder what it means.
Here's me raising my glass to you. May we continue to change into these strangers we lust after. I love you the way stars burn. (Source)
*Non-sappy posts resume tomorrow - promise!
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