February 2009
2 posts
Dear You, I know you know it, but I love you. Even if this doesn’t last, which you know I don’t want to think about, you are still an amazing person. -Me.
Dear You, I want you to call me Moonbeam. Just one more time. I want you to laugh at me as I fall all over myself in your presence. I want to draw hand turkeys with you. Beat you in tennis. Argue with you, no matter who’s right I know you are. Hold hands in the ocean. Sing that one song from that one movie with you. Annoy you by humming “New Soul” for a week straight. I want you...