November 24, 2015

My dearest,

I have the most random conversations with friends:

“It looks like flowers, gerberas maybe.”

“No, not flowers. Dogs mating?”

“An oil spill.”

“A deconstructed California roll.”

“I still think they look like flowers.”

“Maybe they are. Sure.”

“Yay.”

The future is like a Rorschach blot. We make of it what we will. And we? We are making an awesome future together.

Yours, ever and always.