pourquoi?

parce que j'aime les choses tu fait.
parce que tu es comme moi.


it'd be too easy to say
that it's the way you kiss me
or the way you look at me.
there's so much more to what i'm trying to understandsayknowfeel.
it's the fact that this venn diagram is nearly one circle.
i am no longer filtering myself, selecting pieces of who i am to Lego-build up for someone else
while pushing around the extra in the background.
i am whole
comfortable
true
as are you
and this fullness, thick with understanding and meshing and respect and US
is as profound and natural as life
as breathing.
the fidelity of your fidelity is never my concern
nor is the next pretty girl to pass you by.
in this moment of glancing, both with eyes and the sudden, sharp meeting of two
i realize that this is hold-your-breath-love and everyday love.
this is common.
this is rare.
this is waking up to you every morning.
this is still blushing when i hear you say "i love you".
to write on why i love you?
my vocabulary isn't extensive enough
the english language is not thorough enough
to encompass why i'd rather live with you and your faults, your scars
than any supposed blameless unblemished creation
for you are my moonlight among fluorescent.
i shuffled and got a King and a Joker in one draw.
friend and protector
buddy and partner
my insanity in a too-sane world
my love when i thought it was too far away.
you are my perfection.



[edit]
and i'm straight missing my baby like the Lindbergh couple / there's no doubt about it, he's the double to my trouble / this here's written in bedrock, i hate to burst ya bubble / but how could i ever leave when he's the Flintstone to my Rubble?
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pAce.