These are actually small sections of 3 different paintings that J did for me last year. They are my Love Bird paintings. They hang above our bed and they are something that I treasure. I imagine that we are the birds and that we will be sitting together on that branch for the rest of our lives.
I don’t think there is a way possible for me to describe the type of love J and I have in words. It would never come close enough to the reality. He is my best friend, one of the few people I can truly be myself with. The weirder I act, the more he loves me. He can make me laugh in ways that no one else can.
…Never mind I take it all back. He just came up to my computer and tried to defile my post with crude imagery. Seriously I think I married a 14-year-old. True story.
Sigh. I still love the Love Birds.