We would be done completely, but they want to go out for dinner and we all need to shower. So, I’ll shower last in the coldest water because it gives me time with you, eh?
Don’t worry; it will be nice. It’s hot here today. Summer months, climate change, and so on.
I am, by the way, still yours.
[…]
How can I say anything to do this video justice, eh? Look at you, perfect and silly and somber - how much life there is in your home. History and sadness, yes, but the things that give you joy, also.
Do you think we could sit together someday by the window with the good light?
Maybe outside, where I promise to be quiet so I can see your birds for myself.
[…]
Something more I want to say: if there are hazards with you, that you love music isn’t one, and I want whatever else there may be. (I think the only real hazard is that you haunt me, that longing is gathering close in my lungs and aching my chest.)
I could die on the sound of your voice alone - and be revived again because that voice spoke my name.
[…]
You asked about the word for ‘boyfriend’; it’s similar, yes. I’ll say it for you when I see you - or in another video.
2/2 - Several hours later
We would be done completely, but they want to go out for dinner and we all need to shower. So, I’ll shower last in the coldest water because it gives me time with you, eh?
Don’t worry; it will be nice. It’s hot here today. Summer months, climate change, and so on.
I am, by the way, still yours.
[…]
How can I say anything to do this video justice, eh? Look at you, perfect and silly and somber - how much life there is in your home. History and sadness, yes, but the things that give you joy, also.
Do you think we could sit together someday by the window with the good light?
Maybe outside, where I promise to be quiet so I can see your birds for myself.
[…]
Something more I want to say: if there are hazards with you, that you love music isn’t one, and I want whatever else there may be. (I think the only real hazard is that you haunt me, that longing is gathering close in my lungs and aching my chest.)
I could die on the sound of your voice alone - and be revived again because that voice spoke my name.
[…]
You asked about the word for ‘boyfriend’; it’s similar, yes. I’ll say it for you when I see you - or in another video.
[…]
One thing more, this a courtesy of Sergiy:
Why does Mozart hate chickens?
Because they say “Bach, Bach, Bach”.