- M: See, it's minimalist AND baroque.
- K: You're minimalist and baroque-
- M: No?-
- K: No you are. Your demands are simple, "Love me, hold me, never leave me, never cheat. Listen. Understand-and even if you don't, don't question. Let me be me, and like it." And I do all of those things, undoubtedly, 110%, every day. But you're so deathly afraid of ever being average, of living a boring, expected, routine, or God forbid, precedented life, that you overcomplicate. You pick fights about the stupidest things because you're afraid of not feeling. You punch and kick and scream and sometimes I have to physically hold you as tight as I can to get you to stop fussing about. So all of a sudden, it becomes too much. Too overwhelming. There's just too much going on. But when I step back just far enough to see the wholeness, there's no question that it is breathtakingly beautiful, and I wouldn't dare trade it for anything else. I wouldn't trade you for anything. You're minimalist and baroque. Your heart is minimalist and baroque.
let’s spend our week nights eating cereal on the floor
when there is a perfectly fine table behind us.
we can go to the movies and sit in the back row
just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time.
we’ll paint the rooms of our house
and get more paint on us than the walls.
we can hold hands and go to parties we end up
ditching to drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub.
and slow dance with me in our bedroom
with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand.
let me love you forever.