“I have feelings for her,” he said. “They’re real.”
The smoke from the bonfire hissed and tangled with my hair as I watched him wring his hands in circular motion, as if his mama had just told him to wash them good. Soap. Water. No skimping. Germs, they be a killer.
The flames cackled. We sat face to face. The pockets of people around us all cloaked in heavy conversation. Laughter. Their voices buzzed by concoctions of vodka & rum & fruity summer cocktails.
“So what do I do?”
It occurs to me that this feeling doesn’t overwhelm him so often. That it is not every day that he lets the good girl in to take up cushion space in his heart. He’s nervous for the first time in a very long time. His steps have become more careful. His heart takes to guarding. His speech turns to stumbling. Ah, the seeds of someone who might just be madly in love by morning if only they’d let themselves go.
“You tell her,” I say back.
You tell her.
Not in a text. Not even on the phone. You tell her when, and only when, you can see the green in her pupils. The birthmark on her neck. You tell her when your palms are sweaty and your words don’t feel like they hold an ounce of eloquence. You tell her, even when the whole thing could collapse at any moment on any one of your syllables. She might reject you. She might turn away. But you need to say it all the same.
You don’t go back.
To being just friends. To holding it inside. A smart girl will know that a friendship doesn’t work when one of the two is willing to give up worlds & go extra miles & endure sleepless nights for the other. That’s not friendship. That’s blaring, stupid love and it is completely & utterly worth it when two walk towards it with open hands. So even if she turns you down, you don’t sink back into “friendship.” You know those feelings ain’t packing bags. Ain’t hitchhiking to Nebraska. You tell her and risk the whole of it all. & if it isn’t her, some good girl is gonna love you better.
You hold her.
Her hand. The small of the back when Michael Buble is on and she’s dancing on the toes of your dress shoes in the middle of the living room. You get all wrapped in the scent of her hair. You hold that same hair back on those rare but wild nights. You already know the kind. Yes, you do, because you were crazy to think there wouldn’t be a night with too much tequila and banter. You hold her. All the parts of her. The secrets she has saved for you. The dreams. The fears. The Gold & the Glue to a story that becomes glittered with Us & We. Never again just you & her.
You challenge her.
Everyday. With every step. You don’t supply the easy ways out. You guide her the best you can. But you understand, you understand well, that you cannot move her nor can you make her. You see your limits. You push her to find her own.
You stay.
When dishes break. When snot is on the sofa. When the honeymoon period ends. The finances grow frail. When Life gets unruly, as she always often does, you suck in, breathe deep and you work it out. You man up & work it out.
You believe in her.
You make up your mind right here and right now to be her biggest fan. Her sidekick. Her cheerleader. You get on your strong snow boots and you help her shovel out the doubt like the icy kind of snow that always made havoc for the driveway. And when she decides to curl up & collapse on the floor, you head back to square one. You hold her. But eventually you make her get up & walk. You know just how strong she is.
You let her go.
If she needs it. If it is necessary. Imperfect, yes, but sometimes necessary. You let her go. If her mind is wandering & her shoes don’t fit. And she needs to head away from home & the lights she has always known. You support her in that. You recognize, straight from the formations of a Once Upon a Time that life isn’t perfect & people don’t always stay. But if she loves you, if her heart is sweet for you, then she will come back. She will find her way back to you.
You recognize.
That what you feel is very good. That we– the fleshy messes that we are– were made for these kinds of feelings. The Overwhelming. The Anxiety. The Goodness of Falling in Love. In Finding a Someone Who Soon Becomes Your Only One. You let the feelings own you for a little while, break you down to dust for a girl who weakens your knees in the very best way. You recognize. Not everyone has this. Most people want this. They might be lying if they tell you different. You recognize that it is good, very good. The Best Stuff in Life.
You be good to her.
That’s it. That’s all. If ever you need a starting point, a middle grounds, a point of punctuation, it. is. this: You be good to her. Always & always.
Good grief, Hannah. Everything you write just gets better and better. I love this like I love a hot cup of chai on a snowy day. Perfect.
Expect a pretty sweet email from me this afternoon… in regards to writing… hot cups of chai… and snowy days…
thank you hannah, again.
darling, darling… a blog post in the future is going to have you stapled all over it… brace. your. self.
THEY ALREADY HAVE ME ALL OVER THEM WHETHER YOU MEAN TO OR NOT!!!
There are not enough words to describe how much I LOVE this. So beautiful.
Love you, Bri. Miss your face!
Love and miss you too, darling! Let’s have that coffee date real soon, ok?
I love this so much. I love that you found the words to say this, and that you looked for them in the first place. So amazing!
Thank you Jessi! Always appreciate your awesome sauce feedback on my writing.
So beautiful, Hannah. And the best part is that it is so very true.
Thank you love. Just sent over some writing… woot. woot.
Yes, yes, and yes.
Beautiful, I loved it. And sometimes WE need to Tell HIM.
I so agree! Thanks for reading… I have to send you an email.. I received a beautiful care package in the mail from you! Moved me to tears. I cannot wait to dig into the mixes!
I just signed up to be a part of the world needs more love letters and then I found this. You write deeply moving, incredible prose. My day started with negative rumination over a recent unsuccessful “you tell her” moment along with the still strong memories of loss of a very long term relationship that ended badly a while ago. These days I have come to know and finally embrace the fact I am a man who is seriously dedicated to romance. I know that the wonder of love will happen again, and I simply cannot wait. Your words brought tears to my eyes and hope to the forefront, and pushed back the bad taste of one-sided affection. Thank you so much.
I absolutely love this — perfection!
Sharing with my friends.
A beautiful reminder as to what it is I’m looking for – and a benchmark.
Hannah you ROCK. Love this, you and your beautiful writing. *sharing with my brother*
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I love this post – it’s beautiful. Here’s to wishing and hoping and crossed fingers!
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This is beautiful.
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This could be the most adorable thing i have ever read
Thank you so much , hannah
im totally in love with this post
Love this! It’s so adorable! If you get a sec, I’d love to hear your thoughts on my latest posts!
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YOU. are my favorite writer. I don’t even have a worded response for the greatness of this post my sweet friend.
this is beautiful, Hannah. just beautiful.
This was perfection. Every line rung true. Thanks for sharing! xo
Wow. Too lovely.
Oh my word, I *love* this! So sweet. <3
In tears before I made it half way through – this is so beautifully written! It’s broken my heart just a little reading this and wondering if I will ever be fortunate enough to find this.
I stumbled across your blog through The Conversation, very glad I clicked through. Thanks for sharing.
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