after Lemony Snicket
I will love you if you become an viridescent idescent scaled scaled dragon coveting
skyscrapers of gold coins and twinkling rubies, and I will love you even if
the holes worn through the threads of the pits of your sweaters only yawn
wider. I will love you even if you could never make it to Mordor. I will love
you if you do the Sunday crossword in pen! Even if you scarf and toast
your tongue on the piping hot cinnamon buns and save none for me! I will
love you if you decide to torch our world with molotov cocktails, and I
will love you as we slow dance barefoot and bloodied in soot and rubble. I
will love you if you are mauled by a shark and the only things that remain
are the tatters of your remains. I will love you if I lose all sight, smell, and
taste, and then I will fall in love with the craggy edges that make up your
face. I will love you how a child loves the chorus of waves somersaulting
in a seashell, and I will love you like that seashell loves the thrash of rocky
undulations. I will love you even if I find out you used Hashimoto cheat
codes! I will love you like up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start.
I will love you how chocolate cake loves Bruce Bogtrotter. I will love you
how the swamp of sadness loves Artax, and I will love you if the swamp
of sadness decides to swallow you too. I will love you until the hourglass
runs out of sand, and then I will love you for longer than time can bend. I
will love you how Leia loved Han. I will love you long after every speckled
cow comes home. I will love you even if I disappear into the depths of the
sea and get devoured by a devouring monster who loves to devour things!
My love for you will bubble up its throat while bubbling in the hearth of
its wicked belly! I will love you if I turn into a werewolf, and even still, I
will love you with every lonesome howl. I will love you as forever loves
tomorrow. I will love you how a photograph cradles a memory, and will
love you when I disintegrate into the nebulas of outer space; each of my
minuscule bits will love you no matter how far they separate.
By Laura Jean Henebry @betweenthelinesandspaces, Instagram