I love the way you look at me when you are mad at me. I love your hands when they move in the air while you are imagining Geodesic Curves (of course you would say you are visualizing them because they are more real than you and me, but I still think you are imagining them since I can’t understand them). I love you when you are trying to hide your kind eyes behind your tightened frown. I love that you don’t buy new shoes -when you obviously need one- because your old shoes don’t have any holes in them yet. I love the walk we took last night in the snow to go to a play - Eugene O’Neill’s A Moon for the Misbegotten- which was canceled because of the snow.
No matter how I put the words together it is not good enough and I can’t say how much I love you. Azizakam; You are around me wherever I go even if you are not there. If there is a way in which I can salute my love for you it is not by words but perhaps by these:
No matter how I put the words together it is not good enough and I can’t say how much I love you. Azizakam; You are around me wherever I go even if you are not there. If there is a way in which I can salute my love for you it is not by words but perhaps by these:
2 comments:
I learnt from the photos you used that love is being together at the same time that you are separated, and being dependent to each other at the same time that you keep your liberty.
Nice pics - a creative expression of couplehood.
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