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Jan 2016
so we’re not always perfect, and memories aren’t all good. But I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, more than anything else on this entire planet, and my mind may be a mess and I might panic far too much and often  and I find it impossible to put my feelings into words but this is how it is. And like If I could capture the strength of the ocean on a stormy day or the smoke from a wild forest fire surging through the mountains in words on paper with my pen I’d write you the greatest love poem the greatest love story there ever was because I love you in natural disasters and I guess there is no other way to describe it. Because when we kiss the earth shakes and a thousand miles away a large city on the west coast experiences an earthquake of magnitude 10 and for a second life and time as we know it stops and stands still. And god when you touch me a warning comes on television and suddenly there is a tsunami crashing down and washing away the whole town and suddenly I don’t care because with the waves crashing around all I can feel and all I can see and all I can think is oh my god he’s touching me and my nerve endings are on fire and my heart is screaming can you hear it? You must hear it because it’s pounding out of my chest and it’s pounding for you. A tornado brews in the middle of a thunder and lightning storm with clouds and rain and fog so thick I can’t see and I am choking and I can’t breathe and the thing is that I open my eyes anyways and I breathe in the storm anyways and I run around and splash in the puddles anyways and I let the wind whip through my hair anyways as I stand up, throw my arms back and laugh into the wind. Because I am so tired and I am so sick of hiding under the trees to stay out of the rain and carrying around a fire hose to fight the fires around me. I can’t stop the waves but why would I when they can just wash me away? Because I keep hearing stories about people I know and how they keep the doors locked and keep the windows closed and wait for the storm to pass. And I am so ****** tired of locking myself up and waiting it out. I threw open my windows and blasted open the doors and ran from my house into the mass that surrounds it. There’s a state wide blackout in California from the way you looked at me on our first date. People scream in terror and my heart screams for you. An active volcano threatens to erupt and there is a nationwide panic. And through the ashes burning and molten lava all I ******* see is you. Hurricane Katrina broke Louisiana but my god it did not break our hearts. Because I love you in natural disasters. Big, destructive, dangerous, terrifying…beautiful.
Victoria Lynn
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Victoria Lynn  Mansfield Ma
(Mansfield Ma)   
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