I mean, I love him and everything, but this photo makes me stare at the water. I'm pretty sure he wanted me to stare at the fish. The fish is a good one. He's a good one. The lake is a good one.
His shirt says, "I speak fluent movie quotes" because I bought it for him at a thrift shop. Because he does. He'll say the most random things and I'll be all, HUH? And he'll say, Oh that's from Grumpy Old Men, don't you remember?
No. No I don't.
But he has a mind like a steel trap file system in which he can remember childhood phone numbers he rarely called. And birthdays of tons of classmates. And every moment we had together in high school. And all the names of all the kinds of fishies and especially ducks and how each kind sounds. And movie quotes.
We love the lake and watching movies I won't remember but he will. He loves even my feet and especially my fingers. We aren't perfect or perfect together. We are working together on loving well, whatever that may mean at the time. Being together. Space. Redemption. Trying. Over-thinking. Not thinking much at all. Letting go.
Acceptance and unconditional love without sacrificing your own needs. The tough stuff of relationships. We are working on that.