Love

I love the way milk loves cookies and cheese loves crackers. I love through the growing pains and the shrinking hearts, through the tundra of youth cresting on the horizon of adulthood. I love the way lawnmowers love grass and sleds love snow. The way the sun rises to greet the moon at dawn and the way it bids a silent goodnight at dusk.

I am pepper, he is salt. Flavoring life and complementing dishes lacking in us. We spill ourselves everywhere, paint cans without lids covering walls with the colors of us in shades of brilliant blues and fluorescent yellows.

We laugh in the face of old age and smile until our grins are permanently etched into our cheeks as if Michelangelo took to our faces immediately post David. We breath one another’s air and float alongside the other, balloon companions held together by string.