I Asked you A Question, But I Didn't Need You To Reply

as quick as lightning, by philipp koenig

to my friend. (and one of the best),

Together we were never theologians, musicians, or lovers, reserving our friendship for things much more light hearted and perhaps just as sacred…adventures, art, and always plenty of laughter. Yes, I think we have always known quite particularly how we were supposed to fit in each other’s lives and that is indeed why we have fit so well.

Do you remember the year we had Spanish together, the class with that ridiculous moo-moo wearing professor and you, as always, sitting in front of me and pointing them out? or the day, you told me to sit still. Pinched your forefinger and thumb between my eyelashes and pulled out a clump of mascara. So casually and just like that and then turned around.

You know, I remember that now and often. When telling my roommate or smiling to myself and my eyelash curler, I often point to that moment and whisper, “that is what love looks like”. Not in some startling revelation about you and I, but rather a moment pointed to with a settled sense of silly blunders, feeling cared for, feeling at home.

I think it is that we have seen each other’s less perfect sides and do not mind them. In front of my paintings and telling me the truth, beneath Christmas lights and Klimt and crawling into bed to wake me up and fall asleep. Between my eyelash and your finger. Over mistakes or a story, our sides splitting and all those wrinkles forming at the edges of our eyes...

ashley