Cookbook

My friend, please remember how I've loved you.

Not like art, not like a storm.

Not unrequited. Not exactly like that.

Like... our friendship is one of my favorite recipes.

It is full of metaphor.

It compounds flavors and creates something new.

Like... my giggles would draw shy smiles from you.

Like... your quiet kindness would reduce me till only I was left.

Open the cookbook

Find the page

Complete with color photograph and a short introduction

Of how perfect this is for just the right season.

Gather your ingredients

(Some of my favorites are as follows:)

You would sing to me

Love songs, weird songs,

Songs about heaven and your heart

You'd sing just to get a smile out of me

You were the hero in my scars

You were my best friend

The first to tell me I'm worth more

The first to make me feel as beautiful as you believed me to be

The first to fight for me

To cross battle lines that were actually a circle

I'd drawn tightly around myself.

When you were seventeen, you told me that I saved you from yourself

I never told you, angel,

You're the one who changed me

You're the one who unfolded me

You're the one who saved me or

Maybe, it's just love that transforms.