NATIVE MEDIA


Darling,

I search to find a way to express how I feel about you, and inevitably I turn to my native media to assist me: science.

I love you biologically.

I love you empirically, mitochondrially, and cytokinically.

(Remember the time we were dancing together and I grabbed your tie and put my other hand behind your head, and the hair at the nape of your neck was thick with droplets of sweat and this was even before our first kiss? We were so close, so close...)

I love you like penicillin loves agar.

I love you as much as Darwin loved the Finches of the Galapagos.

(The way you said my name, your relief when I told you I hadn't made out with that other guy, your astonishment at ending up in my bed, your wonder at the newness of the experience, the look in your eyes when you try to get possessive...ah, I just laugh at you and wiggle away more.)

You are the hydrogen to my oxygen.

You are the calcitonin to my TSH.

I trust you. You are without guile. When you tell me how much you care I know you're not lying. Our romance was an unexpected one (to me at least) but when it came into being it felt so natural; without realizing it we'd already laid the groundwork for a relationship. I am so proud that I am the one you love.

The funny thing is, I think that you're constantly in awe of my loving you (is actin always in awe of myosin?).

And I love you all the more for that.




the love letter collection
submitted 9:09 PM EST
saturday, january 3, 2009