my blues tend to manifest themselves in an unrealistic need for my boy.
if i'm sad, he can expect to hear from me multiple times in a day... he can find me following him if he's home, like a small shadow, and if he sits on the couch, soon i will find him and slink into his lap. Our king sized bed is unnecessary when i'm blue - because i sleep best when i'm curled the closest - breathing when he breathes, turning when he turns.
i text him, "ephraim is my angel..."
He texts me back, "you're mine."
i text him, "do you love me?"
He texts me back, "YES."
i text him, "are you sure?"
He texts me back, "i can live without you."
i melt into a puddle of sorrow - 'till he walks through the door and takes me in his arms... "What's wrong? Didn't i say i can't live without you?"
i told him he neglected the apostrophe and the t that would have made that idea clear to me.
Everything i'm not.
He checks his blackberry - and sure enough, the apostrophe and the t are missing.
He makes it his mantra for the rest of the evening.... teasing, poking, prodding... gently cajoling me - to release my tiny prized sorrows - and to see the sweetness in the jester.
"i can live without you, babe..." His eyes twinkle and he shovels more blueberry pancakes into his mouth.
& even if you can...
Love me anyway.