“I saw this and thought of you” has that wallop of tenderness in it in the same way receiving presents not on your birthday, but because they saw it. And thought of you.
Some version of the phrase What you love, you mention exists. And maybe they have no passion for impressionist painter Mary Cassatt or Golden Age super hero comic covers or Pusheen the cat. But you mentioned them, you made a little speech and maybe feel mildly embarrassed about having ranted about it for a bit long or bit much.
And really, they might not have any kind of passion for art or comics or stuffed animals, they don’t “get it.” But you think of Pusheen, and they think of you, and we are all connecting over entire oceans of self and faulty words, infinitely imperfect language and the inherent isolation of consciousness. Humanity makes symbols of our cluttered, decaying world with every breath.
It’s just a movie, just a toy, just a thing, but we are experts in patterns and understanding what a thing is not. Your mother covers your cut in a Spider-Man Band-Aid because it’s all you talk about at 7. Your uncle buys an entire gallon of green tea flavored ice cream despite the fact you are the only one that eats it. A friend buys you a shirt of a horror movie they themselves can’t watch.
Clumsy words and clumsy minds. The world would go on without ice cream or cartoon Band-Aids. And yet. And yet. We are experts in patterns and attempting to overcome the horrors of self, alone, and consciousness, continuing.
It is not the thing itself. It is this, only this:
“I saw this. I thought of you, I thought of you, I thought of you.”
One shy little star
was in love with the moon.
Afraid to confess his feelings,
for fear of rejection,
he said nothing,
to which the sun advised:
"Then you have your answer;
for you have already accepted
the very rejection you fear.
Just as the faithful sunflower
waits through the night
for my loving gaze,
let love be the lamp
that lights the way-
for it may very well be
that the moon waits for thee."
The way I look at you is so unique. What you see in the bottom of my eyes staring back at you, the shine, the warmth, the deep pool of clear, honest love, the multitude of sincere feelings, the thousand unsaid words. You fill me to the brim, eyes, heart, and soul. There is room for nothing more.