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100 Words on Love, by Jackson Bliss
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It’s been eight years now I’ve been in love with you (and five that we’ve been married) and the longer I’m with you, the harder it is to imagine my life fragmented without you, the more absurd and chaotic this world becomes when you’re not there. Maybe I’m all broken down by the complex nostalgia of the 80’s pop music we listened the whole way to Venice.
Maybe I’m in disbelief that there hasn’t been a nuclear war in our relationship, that I could still love someone after all this time, that I could actually love you even more then the day we drank green tea and ignored the Chicago wind together. But the truth is, I’m at a loss, trying not to fucking cry on the train, trying hard to focus on the simple, bedrock, elemental love I have for you. I feel like it’s my failure to capture how I feel for you, how you make me feel, that’s become the most eloquent proof of my love, the whole world crumbling into unfinished sentences like this one …
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More love, in 100 Words