To one, on a birthday:
Of course, no one gives gifts because they have to. Over the years you have, at times, been a comforting presence, making me feel safe and cared for during periods of stress. Someone to hold me and tell me that things will be okay - that is nice to have. Most times of course, you don't want to be in that role. But I have in mind the times that you have played that role. So the gift, as with most interactions between us, is an appreciation of things past. I know that you enjoy eating. It is just food. Please have a good time with it. :)
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This just makes me want to write similar notes to other people.
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To one:
Being with you, is unreal. Because my memories of being with you start so many years ago. With spaces of years between memories.
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To another:
Thank you for holding me, when I didn't know what to say about us.
And it's totally cool that you never want to talk about... things we felt but didn't essay. I remember those things, in celebration. Always.
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