I love my island more now.
I love her broken.
I love her with the new love of the newly-wed husband when he sees his wife scrubbing the bathroom for the first time. Hair disheveled, sweaty face, wearing a t-shirt with holes and bleach stains, stinking, and he loves her more because he sees her in reality and that makes her more real, and therefore more his.
I think she looks grand in her destruction.
How all the greens bloomed brighter than before because she took great care to put on her best face for us. She’s wearing her red lipstick, gold sequin dress, her best and highest heels. I can see the sadness in her eyes because I know her so well, but she looks stunning and she takes my breath away. I embrace her with tears in my eyes.
I love you my island. I love you much more.