KDrama Review: Noble, My Love

I started Noble, My Love because I had serious Sung Hoon withdrawal after watching the first two episodes of My Secret Romance and just needing more MOAR MOAR. (Recaps for My Secret Romance as soon as I get my lazy ass working!) It didn’t help that Noble, My Love was available in Netflix and was only 20 episodes long, with each episode only clocking at 15 minutes. That’s what, only 5 hours of my life? So it didn’t seem like such a big commitment. And let’s be real, 5 hours of Sung Hoon is going to be worth it.

I mean, the drama introduces Sung Hoon’s character with this? Right? All worth it. Read on for my word vomit on this web drama! (Not exactly a review.) Continue reading →


So I did a thing…

This blog was supposed to be a new start and a personal blog at that, compared to my book blog Oops! I Read A Book Again and the blog I started back in high school (almost a decade ago) whoopeeyoo. But I suddenly had the urge to merge this one and whoopeeyoo. SO I DID JUST THAT. Hahaha!

So you’re gonna see posts from way back in 2008 in here and please forgive immature Dianne and clueless Dianne for whatever you’re gonna read prior to 2015. I was obsessed with Asian pop culture back then so there’s going to be lots of those in the past.

I’m slowly returning to ~my roots~ and I’ve started watching and caring about kdramas again (I was once a fansubber, that’s how obsessed I was) and I’m planning to post more recaps and reviews of things I watch so I decided to just merge the two.

I’m also wishing to post more personal stuff, such as my Beatles series (more on that soon!), and other life stories. This blog was supposed to be an outlet because I couldn’t tell my friends whatever I was feeling but now that I have friends to tell them about, I ended up not using this as an outlet. But I feel like I should still tell my stories in here, right?

We’ll see! For now, feel free to laugh at teenage Dianne. And and please don’t get mad if there are dead links because obviously, it’s been years. If there are dead links like whoopeeyoo.com/somethingsomething, please just change the whoopeeyoo.com to dayan.xyz and you should be fine.

I’m planning to put my old blog on private so I don’t have redundancies??? And so people who end up on my old blog searching stuff would now be redirected here! And that means more views so I’d feel more encouraged to post because when no one reads it, I just feel meh about posting because why do I even bother, right? HAHAHA kidding, sometimes I love anonymity.

So, enjoy? *sweats through my shirt*


Accompanying Tweets to The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan: M

macabre, adj.: You keep the ravens in your head in a loose cage, allowing them to whisper their worst-case darkness between the bars.

macerate, v.: This is why I pull away sometimes. To soak in love is to be weakened by it. Better to swim in it, then come back to shore.

machination, n.: I know those gears, and see the way they are greased by insecurity. When thinks work too well, I am suspicious.

mad, adj.: There is nothing crazy about my anger when you say you’ll do something then don’t, and somehow find a way to blame me.

madcap, adj.: Let’s revel across rooftops, tango through turnstiles, and trip over ourselves, laughing.

madly, adv.: I had to stop thinking of my little be for you as rational or irrational; it exists Ina space beyond rationality.

mafia, n.:  Your friends were much more intimidating than your family, because they mattered more to you.

magic, n.: To be in love, you have to let yourself live in the realm of the unexplainable, glorious and treacherous as it is.

magisterial, adj.:  Every now and then we need to surround ourselves with things that are greater than us, like mountains or symphonies.

magma, n.:  The thin layer of anger that waits beneath the surface; it’s not who we are, but it’s part of what made us.
magnanimous, adj.: I liked that you offered me your leftover fries, and then later, when it was just assumed that I would take them.

magnetosphere, n.:  What happens is there’s now another layer outside of yourself, the pull of this other person that also leads to you.

magnificent, adj.:  You woke me to see the sunrise, and though was tired, I never questioned it. Together at the window, we beheld.

magnify, v.:  Every time you say it isn’t a problem, it only makes the problem larger in my eyes.

magpie, n.:  Yes, I search for the moments with you that will glimmer as much in hindsight as they gleam while they happen.

mailbox, n.:  It was strange to see us sorted together, to acknowledge that were now really the same place.

maim, v.:  You missed a piece of the broken bottle; I found it on my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

main, adj.:  You are the one above all the others, which does not negate all the others, but at least should give you a vantage point.

mainstream, adj.: You hate it when I love something popular until I prove to you that I’ve made it personal to me.

maintenance, n.: If the faucet is dripping, you can’t spend the whole relationship trying to ignore it. You have to fix it.

major, adj.:  I started wanting my friends to invite you along, because I wanted them to know you, but also because I missed you.

makeable, adj.:  I looked into your eyes and thought, yes, wow, we can build this.

makeover, n.:  I said it wasn’t you I wanted to change, it was your taste in lamps, and you treated it like it was the same thing.

maladjusted, adj.:  I ask for strength to change the whole world because that often feels easier than changing myself.

maladroit, adj.:  I only want to change the channel. It’s just that the remote control has too many buttons.

malady, n.:  I drown things out with quiet; you drown them out with noise.

malaise, n.:  “Let’s get out of here,” you say, because the apartment is a prison to which I’ve sentenced myself, for lack of better idea.

malaprop, n.:  You gave me the wood for the fire and said, “Here’s my lumber – call me maybe.”

malcontent, n.: I can be inspired by your quixotic attempts at world-improvement, but other times I want you to stop complaining.

malediction, n.:  Wanting to be male too much, or wanting a male too much; pronounced “male addiction.”

malevolent, adj.:  It is always amusing to watch the expression on your face when you are stuck behind a slow walker or slower driver.

malfunction, n.:  The wrong thing to say has an awful ability to disguise itself as the right thing to say, and I mistake it all the time.

malicious, adj.:  Love is the agreement to leave the knives in their drawers, not an encouragement to wield them more.

malinger, v.:  I swear, it’s believable that we would both happen to call in sick on the same day. Plus, our bosses don’t know each other.

malleable, adj.:  The precarious balance of love – to change each other without any breaks or cracks, just a slow alteration of form.

malpractice, n.: I feel all the potential damages, all the ways this could go wrong, and how I won’t have any recourse but sadness.

mambo, v.: To use your body as a sexy blade, as a way of cutting loose.

manage, v.:  Help me take this constant bombardment and turn it into the kind of traffic that moves.

managerial, adj.:  At no point did I agree to be your employee, so it’s best not to talk to me that way. Take out your own damn garbage.

mandate, n.:  I don’t care what we call each other, but once we acknowledge we’re together, I take that as a reason to act together.

mandatory, adj.: I would never proscribe what you had to vote for, but there are certainly some options that have to be off the table.

maneuver, v.:  Alarm-forgotten mornings when we were both late, touching you every time I passed you, because I could.

mangle, v.: May the worst damage we do be to syntax.

manic, adj.:  There is too much life to be contained in my life, so I try to speed it up, amplify it, as if that creates more space.

manifestation, n.:  That’s what a kiss is – the most direct way we have to make something as undefinable as love be real to us.

manifesto, n.: If we form our nation of two, let us try to build it on truths rather than lies, even though that’s the difficult thing to do

manifold, adj.:  All the different things I feel, folded up inside me. Then there you are, unfolding them, and both of us are surprised.

manipulate, v.: I have to know that when I fall into your arms, you won’t carry me somewhere I don’t want to be.

mantra, n.:  I feel that if I could crawl into the central space of all of your words, I would find you there saying, Make this okay.

manual, n.: Any one-size-fits-all guide for doing this is a fraud. You cannot be an expert on anyone besides yourself. And even then…

manufacture, v.:  An “I love you” isn’t something you should have to build; it should feel already built, left to you to express.

manuscript, n.:  We live first-draft lives, unable to go back and revise, but hopefully getting better the more we write.

many, adj.:  I love you not just for the way you love me, but for the way you love other people, other things.

map, n.: Even though it’s spelled out on my phone, I’m nervous when you ask me to navigate. You don’t take wrong turns well.

maraschino, n.: I liked the respect you showed when I said, “No, I’m saving it for last.”

marathon, n.:  There comes a point in love when exhaustion meets exhilaration, and the result is endurance.

maraud, v.:  If an outsider comes and steals your love, then it won’t have weighed nearly as much as I think it does.

marcescent, adj.:  My impulse as a petal is to cling to the stem, forgetting that the bloom of love is a regenerative thing.

margarita, n.:  I should have taken some pause when you said this contained “all the major food groups”…and meant it.

marginalia, n.:  I enjoy you as much for what you say about the story as for the story itself.

marionette, n.:  Forget ‘no strings attached.’ I want the strings attached. But I don’t ever want to feel that you’re pulling them.

maroon, v.:  It’s not the desert island I’m afraid of; never leave me alone in a crowded room.

marriage, n.:  Until I know how we define us, I don’t want the world to define us.

marshmallow, n.: A fluffy reminder to never mistake momentary pleasure for nutrition.

marvel, v.: To release myself from the dark room and encounter the wide world.

mascot, n.: You cast a cuddly eye on me, and all at once I feel I’m an emblem rather than a teammate.

mask, n.: We put ourselves in everything we create, so even what’s meant to obscure ends up carrying filaments of truth.

masquerade, n.: At Aline’s party, I  see you pretending, and I don’t like the person you’re pretending to be as much as I like the real you.

massage, v.: Love becomes a manual act, affection the work of hands. I cannot relax into strangers’, but I can relax into you.

master, v.: There are things within me I want to tame, but I will not allow anyone but me to tame them.

masterplan, n.: The best I can offer is to love you, and see what happens.

masticate, v.:  I will invent dinnertime conversation just to fill the silence that isn’t nearly silent enough.

match, v./n.: You go on that first date to see if it will ignite, then spend the rest protecting that first flame from going out.

mate, n.: I am standing there after folding the laundry, holding that single sock, worrying about what will happen to it now.

material, n.: Love will keep you warm, but it isn’t waterproof. It dries over time.

mathematic, adj.:  We defy any equation that isn’t 1 + 1 = 2. But even that mystifies, since the nuances of the plus are variant.

matinee, n.: We sneak in amidst the children and the parents and the senior citizens and feel like we’re spies from a freer world.

matter, n./v.:  I like to believe that ultimately what we care about is what we are made of.

maturity, n.:  When it doesn’t feel like play-acting, being an adult.

maudlin, adj.: “No one’s ever loved me but you,” you slur. And I wonder if you dropped those last two words when you were back at the bar.

mawkish, adj.: “No one’s ever loved me but you” – what a resentful responsibility to put on a person, even in the guise of praise.

maybe, adv.: You think I’m hedging toward a no, but I could just as easily be seeing a yes embroidered on the future. What may be, may be.

maze, n.: I know I’m twisting our path as you walk it, but know I’m singing as loud as I can at the center, hoping you will find me there.

me, pronoun:  I am constantly trying to define this one, so don’t expect me to know.

meadow, n.: To be so far out of the city that there aren’t any traces of the city left, even in our thoughts.

meager, adj.: There are days we have that can be measured in mere dozens of words, and I feel less because of them.

mealtime, n.:  You told me you were happy to compete with the food for my attention, but not with the phone or the TV or the computer.

mean, adj.: When you know a person’s weakness and use it to build your own strength; it hurts more coming from someone you love.

mean, v.: There are always words behind my words, and with you, I want to make it a transparent translation, a glass language.

means, pl. noun.:  That’s the thing with love – there are no ends, only ongoings.

meanwhile, adv.: Even in the heat of our moment, I must remember there are other narratives within you that have nothing to do with me.

measure, v.:  It is not the number of times you say “I love you” but the incalculable depth to which you mean it.

mechanical, adj.: “I don’t know how to change a tire,” you said, “but I know how to find someone who does.”

meddle, v.: Trust is being the one who brings in the mail, and not questioning every handwritten return address.

mediate, v.: We’ve never had someone be our middle ground. There are your friends and my friends. We are forced to be our own emissaries.

medicate, v.:  I know you’re scared, but you are still you. You’ve just lowered the difficulty level a notch.

mediocre, adj.:  I don’t care if you’re bad at something, but I will not let you act as if you will never be good at anything.

meditation, n.: “Were you napping?” I ask. You say, “No, I was thinking.” I nod and leave the room quietly, as if you were napping.

medium, adj.: If our options are mild to spicy, I am comfortable with our relationship landing somewhere in between.

medley, n.: You think the trick with love is to find the right song, but really it’s the act of finding the songs that go together well.

meek, adj.: I didn’t want to stand up to you, afraid to give you a reason to leave. Eventually I realized neither of us can live like that.

meet, v.: Is it the first hello written or the first hello said? The first introduction or the first time words heighten to understanding?

meh, exclam.: A fit of lazy commentary.

melancholy, adj.: Life feels neither awake nor asleep and there’s nothing I can do about it.

meld, v.: Summer hands sealed by sweat, unexpectedly comfortable.

melee, n.: As the crowd at the concert began to turn into a restless, pushing beast, you read my mind and searched for the exit.

melliferous, adj.:  You can be a hive of restlessness, but then you’ll calm and yield a slow sweetness.

mellow, adj.: You can be relaxed, for sure, but it’s not okay for you to be unconcerned.

melodic, adj.: The sounds most pleasing to my ear are the ones that are telling the truth.

melodramatic, adj.: I get caught in the spotlight of my self-righteousness and the stage constricts to the size of my own concerns.

meltdown, n.: After one too many wrong turns, you start cursing the car, the road, the trees, and me if I open my mouth.

membrane, n.: When I said I couldn’t trust you, I wanted my words to travel like ink under your skin and stay there forever.

meme, n.:  An extraneous posting, often involving a kitten, which underneath is a cry of “me! me!”

memento, n.: Without my love for you, the hula girl on my desk is just a souvenir of a place, not a souvenir of a person and a time.

memorable, adj.: There’s no hitting save here. The mind holds on to what the mind can hold. We can ask it to grab, but it makes no promises.

memorial, n.: Words will last, for as long as there is someone who wants to read them.

memorize, v.: I lay the tracing paper over the moment, but the best I’ll retain is a rough sketch.

menace, v.:  The days move too quickly.

menagerie, n.:  I have nightmares where you blithely walk into a pet store and say, “I’ll have one of each!”

mend, v.:  It’s okay if the stitching shows. We aren’t together to be fashionable; the important thing is that our love can still be worn.

mendacity, n.: Why is it, when you love someone so much, you can recognize the breath before a lie?

menial, adj.: No one thinks love is about washing dishes or taking out the garbage, but if you forget that, love gets quickly frustrated.

mentality, n.: We don’t look on the bright side, because it hurts our eyes. Nor do we stay in the dark. We try to see in a realistic light.

mention, v.: “I’m sure I already told you this,” you say, and I’m sure you’re relying on the leeway of my poor memory, which isn’t fair.

mentor, v.: I don’t want you to teach me what you know. I want you to share with me what you’re learning.

menu, n.: Of all the choices, we wanted the same one. Neither of us changed our order, agreeing it was silly to deny ourselves

mercenary, adj.: You see furniture left on the street as an opportunity, and I see it as an opportunity for bedbugs.

merciful, adj.: We have the power to relent in a relentless world, to make peace with the forces that bring us the least peace.

mercy, n.: This isn’t something we can just show; it’s something we have to live, each and every day.

mere, adj.:  Everything we grace with our attention deserves respect for the time it has taken. Or so I try to remind myself.

merge, v.:  Neither of us was ready to let our own books go, so visitors could see the overlap of our taste as pairings on the shelf.

merrily, adv.: Summer swirls its skirts and a sunset falls; I hold your hand as we walk next to the water, our life together rowing along.

mesmeric, adj.: I don’t love the color of your eyes. I love the way the color alters, the inexact beauty of the never fully seen.

mess, n.: The only way to stop the neglect spiral is to sort myself enough to sort through my things and put them in their right places.

message, n.:  I’d only been gone from you for a minute when you returned to me in words. The fact you hadn’t waited was all I needed.

messenger, n.: Still there are time I wish I didn’t have to be my own postman, that there was some separation between send and deliver.

metabolism, n.: I am going to have a third donut anyway.

metamorphosis, n.:  Love turns us into winged creatures, venturing in ways we never could have conceived in our crawling days.

metaphor, n.:  The faith that your mind can make the same connection that I do.

method, n.:  You don’t think you have many, until you live with someone. (How to clean dishes. How to pack a suitcase. How to pray.)

meticulous, adj.: We’ll never be able to solder our sense of time to the reality of time itself. I just hope we share the same imprecision.

metropolis, n.:  The way to survive is to find the people who know you when you are surrounded by all the people who don’t.

mettle, n.: To face your frenzy; to be the still point in the storm that you don’t even recognize is a storm.

mezzanine, n.: The state of not being able to afford to be close to the actors; good for people-watching if the drama gets slow.

miasma, n.: You tell me to turn off the news. I do, but the scent of it lingers, and I refuse to perfume it and pretend it’s not there.

microclimate, n.: The tension confines us and our minds actually believe that everything important is in this room.

midair, adj.: Our love rises and falls. So we must appreciate the moments when we’re floating in between, when there’s no need for gravity.

middle, n.:  After a few months, I realized we were no longer at the start; we’re made it to the part that would be the most of it.

middling, adj.: Your defense of me can barely make it off the couch, and would much rather be watching TV.

midnight, n.:  The longing hour, whether it’s for sex or love or simply sleep.

miff, v.: Because you and I need as many words as possible to distinguish annoyance from genuine anger.

might, n./v.: In the war between strength and uncertainty, uncertainty is the more active presence.

migrate, v.: Riding the subway back to you, I smile and think of commuting as a form of leaving and coming home, a turn of seasons each day.

mild, adj.:  This is an insult to anything that isn’t weather.

mileage, n.: Like a pilot learns the air, I learn your temperament.

milestone, n.:  In love we mark our own miles, because distance, like time, bends to our shared definition.

milieu, n.: The only way I can think to change the feel of a room is to change the music that’s filling it.

milksop, n.:  Because when I let you talk down to me, it’s like my blood has turned to milk, my whole body souring by the second.

millesimal, adj.: There are the pieces of love we know well, and then there are those we must discover, so many more than we ever expect.

mime, v.: You are incapable of imitating me; every time you spring your version onto the world, it does not have my voice.

mimesis, n.: I’ve never seen a couple on TV and thought, “I want to be them” – they have it easy, because they don’t have to be real.

mimosa, n.:  It’s only on Sunday afternoons that you believe this to be an acceptable name for our hypothetical daughter.

mind, v.: As if having a thought is synonymous with being bothered, or having to keep an eye out.

mindboggling, adj.: Love revels in its confusions, which means we should, too, rather than having them stymie us.

mindreader, n.: Lovers’ thoughts run in similar but unidentical languages, i.e. you think in Spanish and I try to read it as Portuguese.

mine, poss. pron.: There are things about me and things I have that I don’t want to give up unless I choose to do so.

minefield, n.: Some of them were placed there before I was born, and I’m as surprised as you when they go off.

mingle, v.: To get out of my own head long enough to get into other people’s.

minibar, n.: Den of overpriced temptation, where hunger faces off against the absurd.

minimalist, adj.: Inadequate.

minimum, n.: To know that you’re a good person and that you know I’m a good person, and any fight we have is one between two good people.

minister, v.: To find the prayer in the act of taking care of someone else.

minor, adj.: I can tell the difference between you forgetting to introduce me and you forgetting that I’m there.

minus, n.: To love someone is to live with the fear of who you will become without it.

minute, n.: The time that elapses between me asking if you are ready and you calling back that you are not.

miracle, n.: This one is simple — there was no reason for me to find you, or for you to find me. The reasons come after.

mirage, n.: So many years of being buried by the marriage plot, then realizing those ideals are as real as ghosts.

mire, v.: The chaos outside bleeds into the chaos inside, and I need you to give my life some form again.

mirror, v.: You do not always choose to be reflective; I just have to know how to look at you the right way. 

mirth, n.: Sometimes the strongest bond we can have is a common amusement, an unspoken, mutual agreement to laugh in the face of despair.

misanthropic, adj.: You have to be crowded into this kind of hate; when I see it coming, I try to be the buffer, the firebreak. 

miscast, v./adj.: I like to think I make a very bad villain.

miscellaneous, adj.: You always think we’re out of dental floss, so there are spinnets of it everywhere, like a spider saving up.

mischief, n.: “You left your keys,” you text me. Then, after I’ve panicked, “Never mind – they’re on the piano.”

miscommunication, n.: The makers of our language left a clear field around the word “love” so nothing else would sound just like it.

misconstrue, v.: I took your “Do you want to leave?” to mean you wanted to leave, which you didn’t mean at all.

misdemeanor, n.: Drunk while texting; drunk while complaining; drunk while operating heavy foolery.

miserabilism, n.: When the gloom becomes a religious belief, and you firmly seek the conversion of others.

misfit, n.: The great thing about square pegs is that they fit nicely against each other; we don’t need any round holes to do our part.

misgiving, n.: Knowing we had the same key, I still needed to have a bolt on the door that could only be opened from the inside.

misleading, adj.: Finding an other of some significance is not the end of concern, but only the start of a different form of concern.

mismatch, n.: “They’re both still socks,” you said. “My feet are still warm.” Maybe that’s us, blue and black, useful rather than identical.

misnomer, n.: “Lover” makes it sound as if you’re the only one required to love, that to be in a relationship is to give, not also receive.

miss, v.: To feel your life is a long way from its anchor.

mission, n.: You ask me what I want and I tell you I want happiness, but never at the expense of other people’s happiness.

misstep, n.: Unless you’re up to buying me some new shoes, don’t scuff me with your estimation of my footwear.

mistake, n.: Even when I pay attention, I miss things. Even when I add the sum, I can get the numbers wrong. I am sorry for this.

mitigate, v.:  It isn’t fair to make me the buffer between you and the rest of the world, meant to temper your impact when its harmful.

mixtape, n.: Here’s a sixteen-track digest of my world view, and you can sing along.

mnemonic, n.: My terrible week thirsts for serendipitous surprise.

moan, v.: Right where you want to be is right where I want you.

mobilize, v.: Part of love is the willingness to defend that love; part of building a safe home is pushing for a safe world around it.

mock, v.: I know I am hitting close to your insecurities when you choose to take aim at mine.

model, n.: Nothing is ever perfect close up.

moderation, n.: Sometimes I think I should love you less; sometimes I think I should love you more. Either way, I trust the balance.

modest, adj.:  You earn more credit when you don’t always take credit.

modification, n.:  I’d love it if you could fall asleep on your left side instead of your right.

mojo, n.: You’ve taught me – look inside any self-proclaimed rational person’s sock drawer, odds are you’ll find a lucky pair.

mold, v./n.: I tried to shape you, but you rotted against me.

mole, n.: It’s strange to think that, because of where it is on your back, I know it so much better than you do.

mollify, v.: When I do the calculation and decide it means more to you than it does to me.(Yes, I will change my pants before we go out.)

mollycoddle, v.: During the thunderstorm terrors, I have you to crawl into bed with, the shelter I lost now regained.

molt, v.: Hand me your old skin, and i will get rid of it for you.

momentary, adj.: Time will not let this last but we can make it last if we stay here . . . here . . . here . . . until we choose to leave.

monastic, adj.: Only in the sense that, even for us, illumination takes time.

mondial, adj.: We’ll never change the world all at once, but I like to think you and I have a chance of altering it one person at a time.

money, n.: This is not the lovers’ currency; what we barter and exchange between us cannot be numeric, or seen in terms of debt and gain.

monochromatic, adj.: You only need one color to write down for me what all the other colors are like, on the days when I can’t remember.

monogamy, n.: The belief that giving up everything else is the path to receiving everything.

monolithic, adj.: People who talk about love as if it can only be one thing don’t have any idea what they’re talking about.

monologue, n.: When I can put aside my self-consciousness about talking too much in order to tell you something that I hope isn’t too much.

monopoly, n.: If our time is our property, I don’t mind if you build a house there. But when you start putting up hotels, we have a problem.

monstrous, adj.: We grant our fears their power and thus grant our monsters their form. The thing that keeps me up at night is me.

montage, n.: Memory as a collection of fragments, your mind always pausing a moment from one to the next, as if next time it won’t be there.

monumental, adj.: No erection lasts.

mooch, v.: First city year, we live off leftover conference-room catering, bringing empty containers so we can bring home the plunder.

moody, adj.: What a punishment this word is, ignoring the fact that it’s the person who doesn’t ever shift moods who has the real problem.

moonrise, n.: Love starts with the fanfare of the sun, then gradually takes on the rhythm of the moon, faithful but with less spectacle.

moot, adj.: If you have to ask “do you love me?” then you will never be satisfied that an answer of yes is true.

mope, v.:  To let your shoulders do the speaking.

moral, n.: I could not love you if I didn’t have faith in you to consider the well being of others as much as you consider your own.

morale, n.: In situation like this is, tell me that no matter what bad things happen, we will make good things, and they will matter.

morass, n.: What happens when you seek more ass.

moratorium, n.: I won’t ask you to be responsible when I push myself into an abyss if you won’t ask me to pretend I’m on stable ground.

morbid, adj.: You tend to verbalize the gloom, tempered with humor, which is better than the way I act like it’s killing me from the inside.

more, adv.: We reach a point where it’s not that we need our love to be stronger; we just want as much time with it as we can get.

morning, n.: Opening my eyes, seeing sunlight, seeing you.

morpheme, n.: Together we work to create a word with two distinct roots.

morphometry, n.: The misguided belief that measuring the surface of any love will show you the truth of it.

mortality, n.: I don’t want to think about it, especially in terms of you.

mosaic, n.: We form our lives piece by piece from other lives; the more colorful we choose, the more fully formed the picture becomes.

mosey, v.: You walked away from our third date like you’d just won a game of darts and wanted all to know the next one would be yours, too.

most, adv.: What is a relationship if not the emergence of this word?

motion, n.: Even if our bodies aren’t moving, our thoughts usually are; we will never have a still point, only a perpetual effort.

motivate, v.: Please help me put a scrim over these screens, Help me create rather than observe or comment.

motive, n.: How to explain the way you put my head in the clouds and keep my feet close to the earth at the same time?

motley, adj.: It took awhile to see your friends weren’t a solid entity but instead a collection of odd individuals. Then I joined in.

motto, n.: “In the end, only kindness matters,” I answered, and then was secretly relieved when you didn’t ask me the source.

mourn, v.: I want your hand on my back as I speak a life out loud and find the moments I was missing.

mousetrap, n.: The lovers debate how much humaneness a small non-human deserves.

mouth, n.: Nature’s cruelty, that the spot you infuse with so many kisses and so much desire can also be the spot to tell you not to.

mouthpiece, n.: You open up your mouth and your parents’ words come out and you ask me to ignore them, even though you can’t. 

move, v.: I want us to take the path of a gentle heartbeat, highs and lows inevitable but not treacherous, trajectory always forward.

movement, n.: Your thoughts inspire revolutions in your sleep, and when my consciousness is wakened I try to keep my protest quiet yet firm.

moviegoing, n.: The opposite of being alone in the dark.

moxie, n.: Fighting brass knuckles with brash chuckles, because sometimes the best defense is the sheer force of your attitude.

muddle, n.: The shape made by my intentions, pride, talent, bias, idealism, humor, hurt, perspective and lack thereof.

mug, n.: I’m not sure what would happen if one morning I drank from yours and you drank from mine, but I’m glad we haven’t found out.

mull, v.: It’s fine to give your thoughts some heat; too much, though, will spoil everything.

mulligan, n.: If my words fall flat because I don’t have the energy or skill to make them fly, give me another try, a sincere recalibration.

multifarious, adj.: Don’t worry about whether you’re my type; I’m attracted to some fonts more than others, but the words count the most.

multiply, v.: There is no such thing as a single lie; a lie always leads to other lies, especially when it remains hidden.

mumble, n.: I think you must be talking to the fridge, because it’s the only thing in this room that could understand what you’re saying.

mundane, adj.: The quieter fabric in the quilt, holding all our patterns together.

munificent, adj.: The best things you’ve given me can all be measured in days.

murk, n.: When the news is all confusion without solace, I will try to find your hand.

murmur, v.: Even when I scream, the heart still whispers. Even when I doubt, the heart still speaks me forward.

muse, n./v.: Before, I hadn’t understood how learning about you and learning about myself could happen within the same thoughts.

music, n.: To change the sound of a moment, in order to make us feel more.

muss, v.: I like it best when I’ve messed up your careful plans.

must, v.: To hold to the laws the two of us draft for each other, out loud or in our heads, on a day-to-day or moment-to-moment basis.

mustache, n.: You killed it with four short words — “like a small rodent.”

muster, v.: Sometimes I feel the soldiers I use to defend myself were conscripted against their will.

mutable, adj.: I am not a shapeshifter; I contain variations. That is what you must love and live with.

mutant, n.: What makes us strange gives us our superpowers.

mute, v.: Whenever I wish for your silence, it is only to quiet my own mind.

mutinous, adj.: I tell you not to bring up her ex at dinner, but three drinks in, you do, and I am ready to throw you overboard.

muzzy, adj.: No big decisions should ever be made at two in the morning, but at two in the morning, we can’t even remember that.

myopic, adj.: I pull you close because when the doubts hit, I trust my eyes better than I trust my heart.

myriad, n.: If you can only think of one reason to love someone, then that isn’t love, no matter how big the reason may be.

mysterious, adj.: Love gets easier once you realize you’re never going to solve it.

mystique, n.: I rely on other people to think of me as a voluptuous riddle; you know me too well to fall for this inadvertent pretending.

mythify, v.: As we go on, our how-we-met turns into an origin story, and the rest of our lives are reshaped around it.

mythomania, n.: Beware of the person who, when telling their own story, casts themself as a god.