built.

"I'm built to love. Isn't that clear to anyone who knows me?"

yes, z. yes, it is.

and i'm huddled on the front stoop, half-heartedly smoking a cigarette, my jacket zipped up, hood on over my hat, and i have no words for you. i'm silent because what i'm thinking is that i can't think of a better way to be known or remembered. and you do make that clear, and you have made that clear from the moment i met you.

and in this moment, you made me realize that stripped away of everything else, all the superfluous strivings, this is the one that matters. and this is the one that i want to be known for.