You laugh as I cry shamelessly at a scene on television. "It’s a recap-show!" you howl. "I can’t believe you’re crying at a recap show! You’ve already seen this seen before, and you’re still crying?!"
And you ask, "Are you always going to be like this?"
"Are you going to cry like this when you’re a mother?"
"What about when you’re 30?!"
And I answer, "I hope so."
"I hope I never lose my passion, good or bad. Sure, maybe sometimes it’s too much, too rash, too harsh, too weak, too telling, too carefree, too heartfelt, too hurtful. Maybe I go through intense bouts of obsession, of introspection, of jubilation, of confession. But it’s true, and it’s me."
And you say: "That’s why I love you."
And we sit, and we smile, and we breathe...and you laugh.
And we laugh.
(And that’s why, I love you).
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