束ねた花に群がる
蝶のピルエット
I never know what to write on these. Before I knew her, all I knew was a thin veneer of politeness that masked deeprooted hatred for humanity. She showed me that I'd had it all wrong. What I hated was not humanity, but the abscence of it all too present in our modern life. There is humanity in her smallest of actions - a tilt of the head, a crook of the brow, a private smile - and I love it. I love her for it. I wouldn't trade her for the world. I feel almost disappointed with myself at how quick I was to scorn all of humanity, not knowing she was amongst them waiting for me to find her. I try to remind myself of the part of me that always knew. That looked for her in everything. That was so desperate for her that looking down on myself from another universe revealed the exact space in my heart that was empty without her. I remember the way that she has filled that hole, woven her way around my ribs and straight through the center of my heart, and I feel the guilt wash away. She is here, I have her now, and I love her.

ねえ、神様！