You made me want to paint my virgin toenails, deny them the air they breathed purely for more than four years.
An unexpected red to walk hand in hand with the woman I became.
The woman you made me feel, that like a sprouting seed gasping for Spring’s warmth and light, found life again.
A single stephanotis in a deliberately deconstructed bouquet. And yet, the most beautiful.
I woke each morning for you and eagerly gave you my nights. Without question - take them, they’re yours.
Energy shared, released and reabsorbed, from day one to our last.
Thank you.
I know you’ll always be there. Ready.
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