i love

i love you, you who may or may not be reading this. i love you for taking the time to read it, and i love you for having eyes that see and move and roam and close and understand. i love you for having a faithful heart that beats red red blood, up and through steadily, and when your blood has stopped flowing i will still faithfully love you. i love you for the tears that wait right behind your eyes should you need them, and i love your fingerprints for smoothing the salty pain of yourself and of others. i love you for having fingerprints. remember that they are yours and yours alone. you are worthy of them. i love you for your hands, your strong frail capable hands, and i love that you could never grasp how inspiring you are. you are extraordinary to me, extraordinary and alive as the sun and the trees and the silver moon. i love you for every breath you take, however labored or angry or timid. i love you for your voice, for every conversation, for the words you expel into air like the sea moves the waves. i love you for your laugh, that laugh that is distinctly yours. i would know it anywhere. i love you for your fears, your vulnerability, your youth and your age. i love the wrinkles that lay beneath your skin until their time in the sun. i love you for your pale white ribs that protect your pulsing red red heart, that heart that i wish i could see, wish i could kiss, because it is yours and i love you. i love you for thinking this is one big cliche, and in your heart knowing every word is true. i love you for reading this, and for knowing, and for understanding. and i thank you for the waiting tears.