My Favourite Things

I love:

Seeing subway lights as the train rounds a corner.
The first bite of an apple.
The smell of hot glue.
Sitting in the car.
Coke bubbles up my nose.
Crying during happy/sad/scary/any movie.
Breaking fortune cookies.
Surprises.
Thinking about surprises.
Giving people surprises.
Giving people presents.
Making you laugh.
My brown leather boots.
4 AM heart to hearts.
Heavy rain.
Mechanical pencils.
Printed photos.
Opening mail.
My hot pink penny board.
The ravine in spring/summer/fall/winter/spring,
Sweet and sour sauce.
Holidays.
Rereading my favourite books.
The bridge between Castle Frank and Broadview Station.
Lana Del Rey
The smell of grapefruits.
The taste of grapefruits.
Eating pomegranates.
Digging in the sand.
Forehead kisses.
Long, long, long, long, long hugs.
Staying up late with friends.
Walking home.
Wearing pretty dresses and colourful tights.
The sound of dial-up Internet.
Folding stars.
Knit sweaters.
Hands.
Anything floral.
Seeing your name on my phone screen.
Talking about the past.
Talking about the first times.
Talking with my mom.
Sour gummy worms.
Slang.
Times New Roman.
Sleeping in on Sunday mornings.
Writing a good test.
Candles.
Having exact change.
New metropasses.

And if you read this far,

I probably love you too.

High Tea

Snack on apple seeds.

Steep hydrangea tea.

Spread yew berry jelly.

Such delicacies.

Di(n)e with me.

When You're Down

Sometimes I need to remind myself about perspective. I've always found it very difficult to assess things when looking towards myself. Call it an inward astigmatism - I look at myself and I can't seem to focus.

My mirrors need to come with the warning that "objects in mirror are better than they appear".

I had two points that I wanted to cover today, things I wanted to come back to whenever I'm feeling the blues.

1) You are very lucky and very loved.

2) You must be doing something right to be that lucky and to be that loved.

Because it's true. When I think about how hard it is to gain someone's love and trust, and the kind of providence needed for it to happen... Well, let's just say that these are not events of pure chance and happy coincidence. There's something about you and there's something about me that made it happen. And if we could make a friendship, a relationship, a conversation so inviting that I'd always overstay my welcome... There must be something about me that makes you feel the same.

Maybe it's that "something" that is hard for me to quantify. I can effortlessly tell you why I love you, to the nth degree. I can sing your praises without sheet music; hell, I wrote the songs.

But maybe that's okay. Maybe it's okay, as long as I can recognize the deliberateness of our interaction and the tenderness of it all. These are the moments of my life as they happen, and things will never be the same. Maybe I don't want them to be.

Let's wait and see.