If my son ever ask me how to love a woman. I’ll tell him you better love her like vampire to blood, you better love her like werewolf to full moon, you better love her like Frankenstein to electricity but don’t you dare become another monster. Love her like fog around a haunted house,search for her voice in the floorboards and if you lucky to find your way inside of her heart please do not be afraid. I promise its not a cemetery, it’s just the names of the men who stayed long enough to make her feel dead on the inside. Hold her, tell her that scientist discovered human skin cells replace themselves every 7 years meaning in 7 years you will be the first real man to hold a body her ex boyfriends can never touch. Kiss the chalkboard on her lips, study her bad habits like hand me down text books learn every scar learn every bruise. Son hold her hands like flashcards see the lesson you going to learn is that everyone comes with baggage but you can’t be the man that is afraid to help her unpack it. You have to rip that shit open pull your mistakes out, pull the insecurities out, pull that skeletons right out of your closet and make room for a new wardrobe. Son wear her name like a coat that never goes out of style, wear her name out in style. You better find a sunset stuck in her throat, become a tree that takes a picture in the sunrise. This is the picture perfect moment to photosynthesize.
After all this if he tells me that his in-love with a man, I’d say you better love him like boomerangs in the winds of change like a jammed trigger on a rifle that’s stuck between war and survival. Son what you should understand is that he is at war everyday, See the closet is a barricade with a grenade doorknob but open it anyway, let freedom explode in your chest because the world only understands war if it happens in their backyards.
If he tells me he loves men and woman I’d say okay love them. Love them like parallel line segments, like a airplane loves it’s opposite wing, like yin and yang, like a table tennis net that separates both sides of the table understand both halves are needed to continue the game.
Son what I’m trying to say is that love your partner as I love you.