I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda
About Me
- AKIP
- I'm the fun, sarcastic, slightly bored and over it woman you saw at the other end of the bar. And yes, I am laughing at you and your friends. I've got a crazy sensitive BS detector, but I still have a beautiful smile. My friends come to me for advice, tough love and attitude to spare. I get along well with most folks, though I'm never quite sure why. There's a good chance I was mocking them just a few moments earlier. I'm over 30 and a voracious traveler, though I love my house to a startling degree. I still play video games, can probably drink you under the table and my family matters more to me than anything. I'm honest, mostly straightforward and hard to know really well. I've been called judgmental, and I'm working hard to not judge the idiots who said that. I learn from my mistakes, but that's no guarantee that I won't repeat them. I am an incredible friend, a decent worker and (apparently) a terrible girlfriend. But you'll love me anyway. Everybody does ... except those who don't.
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