what if love...

what if i love soft-boiled eggs, new socks, the smell of frozen coffee when you first open the can, babies that are not my own like they are my own, toast with cream cheese and cayenne pepper, beautiful books and just being near beautiful books even when i cannot find the time to read them, the way he smells like warm laundry, and velvet slippers that pad when i walk. what if i love quill pens even though they are not sensible and red lipstick when i am sad? how about a tray of perfumes when i only ever use one and a collection of rosaries when one doesn't really need beads to say prayers or sweet figs that burst on your lips and flea markets finds that look too loved to survive...who am i if i love these things?