Correction: not yo , but To

Yo love deeply is to suffer deeply–even if the scenarios are merely fiction. The worst tragedy would be to forget to laugh at our mind’s antics.

I have to say, the comment above me is just as sweet as this poem. You two are adorable.
It is scary to think of the worst that can happen. It’s been to live in the love.

First of all, I love you more than anything, and thus will never leave, and in fact never really leave, because I’m always thinking about you and that little Eggy, meaning you’re a a part of me. Obviously. Second, spoon anything? I’d never spoon ketchup, for instance—although it’s spoonable. I’m a pecan butter-raspberry jam man, as a rule. So that’s two things that must be forever banished from the worry pile. Three, I love you more than anything. And four, I love you more than anything, And five, see one three and four, and also two because I’m feeling peckish. I love you.

Thadeus Crumplebum III
at your service

your words describe so beautifull what happens so often to me as well. thank you so very much. I do hope you can have days in which you don’t take this trip xo

Thank you for capturing this daily journey and wrestling it to paper. So beautiful, each word so perfect.

I have reconciled myself to this daily journey my mind insists upon with the understanding that this is perhaps the price of sharing in so deep a love. A small price, indeed, for such a blessing.