I love you without knowing
how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know
no other way that this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand
on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close
as I fall asleep.

Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda

Happy Birthday, Lovey.

I love him because . . .


  1. Ok so, yes I am blog stalking again. I'm not sure what your caption on #2 means, but I just have to tell you...THAT IS MY FAVORITE BOOK IN THE WORLD! My relationship Bible.

  2. Wait, Kristi. Those were boobs? I couldn't tell........

    Hahahahhaa. Happy Birthday, Brock. You're a good man.


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