$7.89
While in love with the right love
One would say yes to walking with broken legs cross country.
One would say yes so quickly to a life created in a matter of moments.
With the wrong love a $30 plate of food is too much. Not because of one’s wealth or lack of, but because of the human sitting across the table from you.
Is the $30, $20, $7.89 love, love? Is it fair? I’m not sure if love actually is truth. Sometimes I’ve found more truth in fiction. And sometimes fiction helps create love. Is love alive or is it dead? What a ridiculous and important question.
That being said, a $7.89 plate of sausage and eggs can indeed be love. Eggs can easily be the equivalent of a ten year marriage if compared to some. That is the magic of love. That it takes a new form every moment between every person. Is a pack of cigarettes love? Yes. Camel AND Marlboro. Early cups of coffee? Yes. $30,000 engagement ring? Most likely. Old socks that no longer match? Most definitely.
Fear can be love. Fear can be the largest love some know how to give. Does this make the afraid wrong? No, just difficult to understand. And to be around, for that matter.
Love wears all of these masks while performing for its self in front of the mirror. Theatre is only theatre if there’s an audience.
A deck of cards
Sex on the beach
Late night fights
Missing gloves
Tables flipped
Neil Diamond
Melted ice cream
Melted candles
Hospital waiting rooms
Champagne poured
Panic attacks
Handwritten love letters
Late night salsa dancing
Empty parking lots
German food
Restless nights
A pair of new socks
Protein bars
Amethysts crystals
Walking the dog
And feeding the cat
Are all scenes in an act performed for no one. Is that when love lives? Is that when $7.89 and $7.89 become two completely different things?
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