I know I love you because
I want to get you soup when you’re sick.
Not only do I want to get it for you,
I want to make it for you
so you can eat something made with love
instead of with crushed
insects and preservatives.
I worry about the stuff only
people who love you worry about,
like the amount of quality
sleep you get a night
and how much you drink when you’re sad
and whether you’re getting enough vitamin B
I worry probably more than your mom does
I think you’re beautiful
and I don’t mean good-looking,
I mean beautiful. Beautiful like
there’s something pervasive
and magnetic
about you that comes through
even when you look positively bad.
even when you’re wearing Crocs
even when you’re wearing Crocs
and that’s no small accomplishment.
I want to listen, I really do.
I don’t have anywhere to be
and I’m not checking my phone,
in fact turned it off and
buried it
in the cushions the moment you said
you needed me. I’m here for you
and that other thing can wait.
I want you to be happy – no more than that
I want you to express yourself and be fulfilled
and feel like you’re living life for a good reason,
not just passing the time. I want everything
to work out for you the way it should
and I want to be there for it,
occasionally with champagne.
That’s how I know I love you, and I hope you know it too.
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