I talk about The Boy a lot. Like, a lot. I did it here, and here, and here, and a bunch of other times. He’s my best friend, and I love him a lot. We’ve only been together 7ish years (married 2ish) and so we’re still in that new love/honeymoon phase and I am not ashamed. I love it.
Anyhow, I wrote him a poem, like I sometimes do, and I really like it, so I figured I’d make a post out of it since I haven’t known what to say for a while. It’s sappy and adorable and if you know me, you know that I love books. All of them. I’ve had a dream about owning a bookstore, but, I’m afraid I wouldn’t want to sell any of the books.
So, here it is, my love poem to The Boy:
My Favorite Story
You have all the best qualities of great literature:
an adventurous spirit,
a heart of gold,
a passion for justice and honesty,
and just enough darkness to achieve realism.
Despite the cracked spine and worn pages from hours of study,
there is still something new to be found in each reading.
It is to you I go for an escape,
for an adventure to a new world
for a way of seeing myself differently.
Your familiar story, comforting scent, and the weight of your words
provide me with a peaceful solace
unmatched by any other.
You are my favorite story,
and I will always read you again and again.