Love

"...where I come from
beauty is in the eye of anyone who sees
what's missing but can't stop pointing
to what's still there." ~Andrea Gibson

I see what's missing...
the communication,
the vulnerability,
the openness,
the affection,
the spontaneity,
the curiosity.
I see it and feel it,
and yet I love you.

I love you because
I see what's there...
your sense of humor,
your grit and determination,
your discipline,
your softness inside your tough exterior,
your desire to be loved,
your thoughtfulness,
your consistency,
the way you know me and what I love,
the way you call every week,
the way you love the pups.

To be human is to be lacking,
to have defects of character,
to have quirks and annoying habits,
to judge and find fault,
to be passive aggressive.

To love is to be aware of all of that...
and still choose each other.

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