4.11

Abecedarian was in the thesaurus, but love was not. Asperge was in the dictionary, but bind was not. You were in my house, but I was not. What kind of a world is it that we live in, anyhow, where life can be so contradictory and unlikeable even at the selfsame moment that it shakes you by the shoulders and screams in your ear "Love me!" in a voice that echoes, reminiscent of your late mother, God bless her soul, who once told you to not let the perfect get in the way of the perfectly good, advice that you perceived yourself as having followed perfectly, that is, until you met me? And now look what we've done.