–100 Words on Love, by Shemshon Williams –We’ve passed each other several times exchanging pleasantries. As we sit in this room, you at your table me at mine, with nothing but space and opportunity separating us, I wonder what’s different about this moment. I looked away from the television for just a moment, watching you play…
men write about love
The Susquehanna ran murky beneath our feet.
Our eyes locked. All around us the world turns over.
I’m annoyed no one warned me that an increasingly irrational fear of an inevitable occurrence would come with this gotdamn f**king package.
If I had a lifetime to spare, I’d spend it nestled in the hollow of your neck.
Love is an act of will.
A million memories of this same loving embrace race through my mind: Memories we haven’t experienced yet.
…Quite a lot, it turns out.
I just know how it felt to be there late on a Sunday afternoon, college football on the tube, a vista of tethered boats through the window, fading light. Beers.
There are too many things John Taylor doesn’t say to his wife. “Kind things, loving things. How my heart swells to bursting with love for her, how she is my soul mate and my best friend.”
Forrest seeing, despite the treeing, it is better being, me, since we met
The old man was handicapped, blind, and even unable to feed himself.
My grandmother, the namesake of my eldest daughter, never said the word love.
Love is a pleasant and rambling conversation that you can pick up wherever it ended.
Love sees no boundaries, and in its blindness, crosses them.