“Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
When I met Stephen…
Our first date was a walk in the park,
only it wasn’t in a park,
but it was a walk,
down a street,
during which we talked,
while we walked.
I warned him that I was weird,
he replied by asking me why I was under the illusion that he wasn’t also weird.
I think that’s the moment I fell in love with him.
Our second date,
and the possibility of being eaten alive,
but only if we were foolish enough to go for a swim in a swamp,
or get out of the car at the Lion Country Safari.
Our third date,
I left him to get devoured by a shark,
which luckily turned out not to be a shark.
He promised never to let me forget this incident.
I was definitely head over heels for him after that.
Our fourth date,
we screamed because we both wanted to go faster,
especially when we decided to go on the,
It’s a Small World ride at Disney.
The horror, the horror…
of too much cuteness.
Our fifth date,
he was almost struck by lighting during a tropical storm.
Our sixth date,
we got married.
I might have skipped some dates, steps and grooves to go faster.
Almost two decades later,
we’re both still screaming…
It’s a scream, Baby,
a vinyl scream,
it sounds like sweet music,
our love is a luna park.