She says this nonchalant-like. Serious and regular and off-hand. Food is important--for so many reasons bigger than nutrition--and nutrition is important, too. Articles, also: important.
I stare at her, silently, eyebrows raised, our bare legs entwined under thin cotton, heavy heads half-supported by the cushions of the green couch. It is 2:45 a.m. on the kitchen clock. We have already fallen asleep once, in the middle of watching some movie, and are now delaying the inevitable separation that will come with continued sleep: I will have to go upstairs to sleep amongst some number of boy children in the king-sized bed, she will stay the rest of the night on the couch.
"It's affordable and nutritious," she continues, completely convinced.
I start to laugh, and can't stop. And now she is laughing, too. We laugh together at all of it: at ourselves, at this one funny thing, at every single thing that has ever been funny. I love her most of all in this moment. Eyes sparkling in dim lighting, hair tangled around naked shoulders. When it feels like us against the world, when we're faced with the ridiculousness of life and restriction, recommendation and rules, hitting up against guidelines and suggestions of best practice; and we just can't stop laughing. Because we have this thing. And it's bigger than everything. And we are so alive in it.
This is a love story.
Yay for love stories! :)
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