we sit down to meatloaf and mashed and i’ve laid them out like a lover would, these macaroon chocolates in a heart on his plate, and in the middle, a pink sticky, pen scrawled “i would choose you all over again” and the candles circle each other like a wedding ring and on the computer, bread and enya croon, and we never used to celebrate valentine’s day, and even today he didn’t have time to buy me flowers (and that’s okay because they’re cheaper the day after) but as the candles wind round our years, these days are precious to me… excuses to stop, to scribble on a sticky, and these words, these penned promises hold us together amid the meatloaf and mashed and baby babble, amid the toys scattered and dishes stacked and laundry piled, these words, they’re what made all of this, what keep making it: this blundering beautiful mess of love…
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