to ahang mani

yes, i cry for you. for your pain

and the injustice

for your country

i do.

like i cry for mine.

but, baby i love you for the way you couldn't wait for me to walk to your car and got out and held me in the street.

i love you for the way you listen, and whisper love to me every where

i love you for the way you sing to me in the car, then stop and translate the sweet words, then sing more

i love you for the way you pet my hair when im sitting on the floor in front of you

and i love you for the way you are like a song in the background of my days, when my mind has been torturing me, when i am sure life has no more beauty left to show me, i can call you and 3 minutes later i am calm and laughing

i love you for the way you make me feel so loved, even when the world is beating you, even when your heart is breaking, even when you are exhausted.

  i was so afraid once, so afraid of finding myself in a family i may have to leave...that i left you. i walked outside onto the street, trying to decide how i could get home. minutes later you were next to me, not trying to change my mind, not angry, not demanding explanation. you just wanted to make sure i got home ok, offering your car.

    i love you. thank you for coming.
  i know we aren't supposed to believe in magic.
but i know you do.
  and once in a while, i do too.