A Gioseffi
I knew I loved you before my rational thoughts had the time to catch up, from the moment you selected me as a duet partner. I had to look “cool” when I met up with you to plan and prepare, the first date that wasn’t a date and flowed from business into discussions of life and gore and dreams until it was 4:00am and we’re standing at the door not wanting to say goodbye. I knew it before I knew. There was no reason for me to suggest the things I did, no reason for us to do so much. But I don’t think we could have done anything less. Our very own stupidly romantic rivals to lovers moment, sealed in stollen kisses and the feeling that I want to hold you until my last breath. You see me to my very cellular core, you understand the way my mind makes twists and turns out of straight roads, and you love me for the grit and grime. To feel so seen and loved, finally made soft and whole by queer absolution, is something I would never trade away. Words will never be enough for my devotion. I love you with all the love in the world, my everything and my always.
Justified, Purified, Sanctified,
A