"I care about your feelings more than mine. I love you. There, I said it, not just on some chalkboard. I would never let anybody or anything hurt you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”
There is seriously no logical reason to kill these beautiful endangered creatures unless one was coming to attack you. Hunting specifically for sport purposes is one of the most disgusting things ever.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning.
|—||"The Gift" by Raymond Carver (via flaowww)|