I do not love your laugh
I do not love your smile,
Or your eyes,
Or the way you hold my hand in yours
I do not love the way you blow on the back of my neck to cool me down
Or the way that you stroke my shoulder to soothe me
I do not love your kindness
I do not love your sense of humor
I do not love the image of myself I see mirrored in your soul
Nor the image of you mirrored in mine
I do not love your loyalty,
Your quirks,
Or your artistic hand

What is left to love?
You ask
Do I love you at all?

I love the spaces between you
I love the places in you where I have room to breathe
I love you in all the cracks,
And all the gaps,
And all the little crevices
My love exists between your neurons firing
Between every electron of every atom that is you
I love the stitches holding together the fabric of who you are
When you hold your hand to a mirror,
My love is in the glass between your fingers touching
I love the intangible, quiet energy that is only you
Without action
Without effort
Just you
Can only ever be you