I really admire you—for your dedication and love. It’s like you and God conspired together to aid me. I don’t believe in God but I do pray sometimes.
Mostly I pray when I’m sick. When the aneurysm reeks its havoc. I remember being so good at church when I was a child. So I think maybe God will listen and help heal me somehow. Other times I pray for you. I whisper in my head how pure I think you are, that you deserve all the beauty you’re given, and that you’ll be okay as time goes on. I tell this to myself, as I pray to someone I don’t believe in. Hoping my words are heard and some intervention happens.
Calling you my mirror is just…what’s true. I look into your eyes and I know I’ve done it a million times before. I’ve never loved in such a fierce way. So when you tell me your eyes are mirrors and I’m really just speaking love to myself, I weep. It’s as if our prayers said over and over again of good health and happiness, of true love and peace, are just built into existence by our efforts. Because there’s no one there listening but you. We heal ourselves with our own words to others. It’s like, “not taking your own advice” but over time it just sticks.
If your eyes are mirrors then the me that you see is you. It’s all really beautiful when you sit and think about it. So keep loving me, darling. It feels like a beautiful gift from the universe and I must treasure it.
I digress.
I hope your day is blessed.