I fell in love with this piece of writ­ing about fif­teen minutes ago when I decided to start writ­ing it. Rather, I fell in love with the idea of writ­ing it, since it didn’t exist yet. But now that I have star­ted writ­ing it, I am offi­cially in love with this piece of writ­ing. The idea I had in the shower was to write a piece of writ­ing that I would be in love with from the begin­ning, and then begin it by declar­ing my love for it. This piece of writ­ing, the one I fell in love with the idea of sev­en­teen minutes ago when I decided to start writ­ing it and sub­sequently fell in love with it itself, is what you are read­ing now. I am in love with this piece of writ­ing, but also that writ­ing is a means of some­thing, that I can have an idea to write a piece of writ­ing I am in love with and then go do it. I was in the shower when I decided to start writ­ing this, I men­tioned that earlier, and now I smell like my deodor­ant. In the shower, I thought to myself, I really can’t believe how much in love with writ­ing I am, I wish I could chan­nel that love into one piece of writ­ing, I wish there was some way to declare it, to get it off my chest, maybe I could write all my love into one par­tic­u­lar piece of writ­ing about my love for writ­ing that piece of writ­ing and this is it. What’s great is that I can keep writ­ing sen­tences into this piece of writ­ing that I love like I am doing now to make it more lovely so that I will love it more. I have con­trol over how the sen­tences feel and sound and that makes me love it. Partly because I have con­trol over it and partly because I respect the subtle man­ner in which it wants to reveal its per­son­al­ity to me, like hav­ing a kit­ten. My love for this piece of writ­ing is like one’s love for one’s kit­ten. That is a good ana­logy. I love that I had the idea for that ana­logy and was able to incor­por­ate it into this piece of writ­ing that I love even more now. This may be the last piece of writ­ing I ever write, because I don’t know if I could ever love a piece of writ­ing as much as this. I ima­gine myself happy for the rest of my life when I fin­ish writ­ing this and print it out and fold it up and keep it in my wal­let forever. I am going to dis­own everything else I have writ­ten until now, someone else can have writ­ten those other pieces of writ­ing, I don’t want to have. I have all I need now, this piece of writ­ing that I am still writ­ing sen­tences into and that prom­ises to keep me com­pany until I die. I will have a life­time full of read­ing this piece of writ­ing, of look­ing at its words, of read­ing it again and again in order to re-invigorate my love for it. I will laugh every time I get to ‘now I smell like my deodor­ant.’ I will think back to that day when I took a shower and decided to start writ­ing this piece of writ­ing. I may even decide to read it back­yards word by word if I get bored, or maybe jumble the words up ran­domly and see what hap­pens. I may travel to Paris and have it trans­lated to French and then have someone teach me to read and speak French. Bot­tom line is, I am finally going to be happy, now that I have this piece of writ­ing that I have fallen in love with. I’m about done writ­ing this piece of writ­ing now. I am going to sub­mit this piece of writ­ing for pub­lic­a­tion some­where so other people, if they want to, can read this piece of writ­ing that I love and will hold dearly when I’m on my death bed, so they can know that there is love in the world. I will always remem­ber that I sub­mit­ted this piece of writ­ing for pub­lic­a­tion and that it may or may not have been pub­lished because I am declar­ing that I will sub­mit this piece of writ­ing for pub­lic­a­tion in the piece of writ­ing itself. If this piece of writ­ing is pub­lished, then it is my gift to people who hap­pen to read it and who don’t know how to love or think they will never find love. If you think love doesn’t exist or that you are the kind of per­son who will never find love, just look at me, Darby Lar­son, writ­ing and being in love with this piece of writ­ing forever.

Darby Larson’s work has been pub­lished or is forth­com­ing in New York Tyr­ant and Caketrain. He is the editor of ABJECTIVE.