I Love You

I LOVE YOU

Your hand.

As I hold your hand, my brain spirals into a concentrated tornado, remembering every single time I held it- as if I never had again. Dainty fingers. You radiate heat in winter, and emanate cold in spring.

Your cheeks.

I believe I fell in love with them before anything. When I am decrepit and old, when my consciousness joins the billions of others, and even into my next life; I will remember their cardinal glow as our lips first met.

Your eyes.

I’ve always considered myself an unlovable man, Almuerza. In my youth, I had thrown away the idea that I could live in the luxury of love. This self-adage I imposed oh so long ago… i-it had became bounded to my soul- nay it WAS my soul- a soul lamented in its acceptance of despair!

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But… oh I’m a mess…

I hate gristle…

As I was telling you… when I stared into your wide eyes, I saw my own reflection. I saw myself through your eyes, and I felt that… that love! That I was a human being, a human being who not only needed love, not only deserved it… but truly had it in its purest form… from the most perfect soul.

You left me no choice, you see? Man may survive a broken heart, but a broken soul…? You… you gifted me a soul, so I thought it safe to leave it with you. But no… I gave you everything… and you chewed it up. This is only fitting. I love you, and so I must do this. This is love. This is perfect love, in its purest form.

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Do you forgive me, Almuerza? No, what is there to forgive? I have made us one, Almuerza. In my next life, I will always have a part of you. You will always be apart of me!

Your rib.

My rib.

It tastes so good, Almuerza.

Our rib.