Arm-less

So, I love a man with a bone infection.
Bone infection-smection.
It's a big deal, or whatever.

And although he is in good care, and won't lose his arm.
I sometimes wonder. What would I do if he did?
He won't. I promise.
But it's good to have a plan if something crazy and unrealistic happens.
For instance, I would like to have my first Oscar Red carpet dress a dark forest green. See, I plan.

So, today I thought about it. What if he loses his arm.
And after thinking about it for a long time.
This is what I know.

I love the way he smells when he's been running around with his nieces and nephews all afternoon.
And I love the way his freckles come out more in the sun.
I love that he makes me want to be the best version of myself.
I love the color of his eye lashes, and the texture of his hair.
And how his voice gets really low when he tries to be sincere.
I love/hate no matter what I am doing, he's always in the back of my brain.
Making music with his synth, no doubt.
How no matter who he gets on his side, or many accidents he doesn't get in, he is still a bad driver.
Even at his sternest, he's the nicest man I know.
What I feel for him is real, and unyielding.
That is what I know.

Jared, just by being himself  is all that I could ever dream of.
And I would never give all of that up because one less arm.
Hearts don't have arms anyway. Just arteries.