baby reassure

     I look at this picture of us together and think “I’m a baby.” I’m a baby; I ask him for words of reassurance when another woman would be out building her life and not thinking of him at all. Right? Is that love, then? The grown-up kind?
     I forget. I not only forget that I know he loves me, I forget a lot of my own life. It’s hard to keep all the items at the forefront when they all demand full attention. One slides in, fills the screen, and when I am ready to let it slide out, I can’t quite remember what was supposed to come next. He is an easy choice, always an option for the next topic, so he returns again and again as my focus.