this morning #1752.
this morning, by the time i reached the end of your email, my smile had grown so wide that i’d started to cry. your love poem! i absolutely adored it, especially the thing about the butterfly’s wings. see? i knew there was a writer inside you. you certainly have a way with words. i mean, how can i even compete? i guess all i can do is my best. ok. here goes nothing: i’m a soaring bird. adrift. i’m a carefree fish. all wet. i’m a clarinet. tooting my own horn. i’m buttery popcorn. salty but addictive. i’m descriptive. full of words. i’m a total nerd. geeking out. i’m sauerkraut. an acquired taste. i’m basically a bunch of things at once. all of them imbued with love. love for all the things you are & all the things you’ll be.