a toast to them, a toast to us
to kp-
who would call mornings, on the way to school, at school, during class, after school
just to see what’s crackin’.
to spontaneous love
only the way teenagers can make.
to catching the bus 45 minutes to see me
every day
of every week
even on sundays
(and you know how the bus runs on sunday).
To his family who accepted me for who I was -
to not being called weird.
i want a love that wants to love
that accepts as much as it desires.
to cb –
who bought me a gift
hanging it on the rearview mirror
daring to shine as brightly in the sun
as his smile.
to walking in the park
and talking in images.
to cooking great food
and getting the cat high.
i want a love that offers everyday gratitude
that revels in unselfish joy, and creates comfort in its nooks and crannies.
to ao'h –
who remembered.
who made me a birthday cake – from scratch
who flew me in a plane – so that i could see the city
who made reservations in the best restaurant with the best view – because i love food
who had coffee and cake for desert – because i mentioned i loved coffee once, six months previous
to a man who I pray to this day finds the girl who can love him
as much as he deserves
plus some.
To hope, for hopeless romantics.
i want a love that i can’t believe exist
that is still there, even after I pinch myself.
to ta –
whose kisses under the basketball court lights made me see sound
but were nothing
compared to the kisses later that night.
To honesty.
i want a love whose simplicity belies its passionate complexities
i want a love that makes me simmer before I erupt.
to ed –
a college grad
who made could make love, have sex, and fcuk – in one session - and that's no easy task
who knew my body better than i did
and took unbridled pleasure in exploring it with me.
who lack of self-consciousness
made it all so. much. fun.
who understood the importance of a compliment.
who massaged me until i fell asleep on even my worse night.
To forthrightness and acceptance.
i want an educated love
who will make me his lifetime’s best work
to tt –
who read my textbooks for fun.
who worked to better himself.
who could listen to music from sunup to sundown
and knew the difference between
Miles and Coltrane (thanks, jm)
who made grey days bright.
who wasn’t afraid to give me a key.
To the shared consciousness that is music
I want a musical love
Whose dynamics are timeless.
To cm –
Who made me laugh.
Who knew the power in a great tasting meal.
Who wasn't afraid to dance in tighties.
Who gave me my best joy in life - who gave me my best supporting role.
To intentional love.
I want a love that can be inherited
That will be told in future generations.
To you –
Whom I have yet to meet
But who I wouldn’t recognize
Had it not been for them.
