Like a grandfatherly smile, or a knowing glance from… who? I can only imagine. My world resides in those two words, those conjoined twins with arms enough to comfort. In a playhouse, they trick you into saying silly things, monsters on a wall are more practical in their teachings- but some of us, some of us revel in two words. Three get tossed around flippantly like seven minute abs- one? Well, there is no one. Two, though? Two can be as bad as one- it’s the lonli… wait, I digress. And plagiarize.
Two words I’ve come to expect. To adore. It means you feel the same as my mother. My fathers. My brothers. My lovers.
One day, I’ll care so much that maybe, MAYBE I’ll utter them to somebody, too.