It’s lovely to me the way you talk about the parts of life that get you excited
it’s as if you are experiencing them for the very first time
over and over
Watching your eyes light up anew as you relive something that has already thrilled you once before-
it’s a privilege.
I find myself becoming increasing attached to the corners of your mouth
the ones that inch upwards when you talk about the clouds
Perhaps this is quite selfish,
but I like it even more when you re-live me.
Being loved is a privilege, a privilege, a privilege and I think more people should write honestly about how that feels.