Frankly in Love

by David Yoon

“We’re a couple of goddamn zoo pandas,” I whisper into her ear. She laughs. Let me tell you something. I live to make people laugh. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers, doesn’t matter. I just have to. If you for some reason don’t know how to make someone laugh, then learn. Study that shit like it’s the SAT. If you are so unfortunate as to have no one in your life who can make you laugh, drop everything and find someone. Cross the desert if you must. Because laughter isn’t just about the funny. Laughter is the music of the deep cosmos connecting all human beings that says all the things mere words cannot.

We all just want to love who we want to love.

We stand strapped snugly together like this. It feels like we’ve known each other forever already. Maybe this is why people get married? For this cozy feeling? Because I could savor this cozy feeling for a long time.

People who let themselves learn new things are the best kind of people.

If you have the will to do something, and you keep at it, and you don’t give up, you can do anything. And there’s no greater will than the will to love who you want.

“Sorry,” I say. Q looks at the tearstains with an odd sort of pride. “Don’t be sorry. You’re lucky.” “Jyeah right, so lucky, look at me.” “You love hard enough to cry,” says Q. “I admire that.”