T O D A Y I N P H O T O G R A P H S 2/2/17 º 2/19/17
“It was the perfect kind of rain to drive home to – the kind of cold, unpredictable rain that could turn to snow at any moment. I thought about how many people were driving at that moment, the magnitude of other peoples messy lives still surviving, holding onto the last parts of the night hoping it won’t end. I find my own feelings beautiful and flawed, the way I’ve learned more about myself in the time I’ve spent laughing with you in your bed than the rest of my life before you. I’ve little more than a glitched mind and a few photo albums to offer you, so when my hands brush against yours, or our shoulders touch because we meant for them to (or didn’t), sometimes I imagine I’m a better version of myself, a version with something to gave, a version of value. Because, it’s true, I do love myself, and all the cracks and fissures other people have left have just made me a hell of a lot more interesting. The truth is, the worst parts of me are the one’s I’ve made up all on my own.
It’s strange to feel both trivial and important, comfortable and nervous at the thought of you. These few adventures we’ve had at a small portion of what I want to show you. I’ve spent enough time folding in on myself that I’m as strong as I could ever be on my own. We’ve only just started growing together, and sure I’m already a tangled mess but we’ve only just started. That’s all I can promise.”