an excerpt from “dreaming of a year of genuine love” :

“In June, you spent the day laying in the sun with me, night and day. We washed the ants off of us in the morning, but the memories of stars and clouds remain.

In July, you painted me, each part bursting with beauty. You said I was worth so much more than a sparkling explosive. That I myself was more beautiful than any firework.

In August, we drove to the mountains, and took a hike. That view from the mountains was nothing compared to the amount of joy in my heart when i'm with you.

In September, you spent every afternoon inside, kissing my head. You said you were waiting for the most leaves to fall. We wrote "Our adventures will last forever" in hundreds of crisp orange and brown leaves.

In October, we roleplayed as Zombie Lovers, to gross out the kids passing by, shoving candy in their mouths.

In November, we filmed our first sci-fi. Played opposite genders. It was the most fun I'd had so far that year. Helped me see the world in another's perspective.

In December, you made your house freezing, so we could preserve a single snowflake. Unique, delicate. You said I was more than it.

I was strong, I was art, I was his. I knew that year that we were meant to be forever."