So, here we are. Me and You. You and Me. Author and reader, back at it once again. Well, if anyone hasn’t told you today, I’m glad you’re here. This is about love that feels like a good nap warmed by soft sun or sinking into your bed after a long day not even bothering to take off your shoes. As a romance writer, I’ve become obsessed with this comforting, soft, and delicate love that can barely be captured into words. (Which makes my job terribly hard.)
My friend, who we’ll call Thomas for the sake of this blog post, listened to me ramble on about this last night. Obviously, that’s when I decided the entire world needed to hear me scream about how perfect a mundane love is. Thomas agreed with my statements and offered some synonyms such as “second nature and natural,” which is fine. Not my preferred words but maybe you agree with him.
Sweet Nothing. That’s what I’ve been thinking of the entire time I’ve started to really write my two characters in love. I have far too many notes where it’s me saying “CHARLIE WANTS absolutely NOTHING FROM HER. NOTHING. A MAN WHO WANTS NOTHING!” I know you’re thinking ‘OMG, why does he hate her?’ That’s not what I mean. What I mean is that Charlie, my handsome sensitive workaholic, only wants to see Clementine, my gentle bright heroine, at her best and living the life she deserves. (yes, even if that means a life without him)
So, as you read this poem. I want you to think of your favorite sweet nothings that you like to be whispered. Sticky quartered clementines. Love letters. A quiet plea to stay longer. A warm dinner and good cocktails. A life well lived ;)
You pressed your warm hands against mine,
Even when I thought they were frozen solid,
You scared away the ghosts in my bedroom
And told them to never return
You peeled my morning clementine
To which I gave you the other half
I wrote you love letters on sticky notes
To remind you of the things that made me fall in love
I gave you a leather journal
So you would stop losing all your poems on cocktail napkins
I read you books to sleep
So I could even visit you in your dreams
We created a life, a love, a home; shared.