Life’s funny like that

The first day I really met you was when you knocked on my door. When I opened you had a confused face, a notebook, and your planner. You didn’t wait until I said hello. Instead you ducked under my arm and sat down on my floor. “Help me plan my life. Also pick 5 clubs to go to with me.”

At this point I had met you briefly downstairs in the laundry room and ran into you once in the common area.

But I did as you said. We spent 3 hours sorting through papers and coming up with your life plan. You wrote sticky notes of times I should meet you for clubs and lunch. At one point you cried about the pressures of college. I just told you it would be okay and held your hand.

Life is weird like that.

Fast forward 2 years. You have your own apartment and I come over to study. The two weeks finals hit we were inseparable. We studied together, made gigantic plates of nachos, and slept together. In between sleepless nights we danced to our favorite songs and made art projects.

One night we were so sleep deprived you knelt next to my chair and refused to stop staring at me until I walked you to bed. You fell asleep in my arms that night and every night after during those finals.

Fast forward another 2 years and we are in grad school. We got apartments close to each other. We spent what time we could with each other. You left college for a job and forgot to leave your new number.

Life is funny like that.

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Odd Honest Love Poems

“I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.” – Pablo Neruda

The way you twist and turn in the dressing room, trying to make sure the dress fits you just right. Your tiny little ankles pivot this way and that way as you decide this dress is not for you. The next dress is just the right length. I can tell by the way you raise up on your calves. It is perfect. You pivot around once more before you twirl to your side. This is the dress you want. I have already fallen in love with you ten times before you leave the room.

I know all this because I was waiting on you outside of the room. I could see those tiny little feet move around like artwork. I could almost hear the little pitter patter of your feet as you swiveled around. And now out you come wearing that little smile.

In this messy world this is love. I know it. It may not be perfect, but the way my heart falls in step with your feet I am content to live out this life.