Take me with you

***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof*** Copyright © 2018 Andrea Gibson           I On Love       Whenever, however, this ends, I want you to know that right now, I love you forever.   Just to be clear, I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there better be a thousand separate heavens for all my flying parts.                   If love did not exist I would be so goddamn sane.       Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea. Maybe I didn't even know I was here 'til I saw you holding me. Give me one room to come home to. Give me the palm of your hand.               Has your heart ever been a hoarder? Mine has. But mostly I don't keep anything but my word.                   I have never made a love potion that hasn't blown up.     Today in the grocery store I found one of your hairs in my underwear. I pulled it out in the frozen food section and screamed, "That is so gorgeous it could kill a man." Good thing I'm a leprechaun. Lucky, lucky.                       It takes guts to tremble. It takes so much tremble to love, every first date is an earthquake.   I mastered the art of crochet and I crocheted her a winter scarf and one night at the bar I gave it to her with a note that said something like "I hope this keeps your neck warm. If it doesn't, give me a call." The key to finding love is messing up the pattern on purpose, is skipping a stitch, is leaving a tiny, tiny hole to let the cold in and hoping she mends it with your lips. Excerpted from Take Me with You by Andrea Gibson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.