1, 2, 3, 4 tell me that you love me more
My Dearest One,
Do you have a fascination for numbers? I have always imagined that you do and that your wide brown eyes grow larger looking at numerals and their variation.
If I had not told you yet, you're teaching me how to count again. And counting requires a lot of patience. It means that I have to take each number, each arrangement one at a time in their proper order. It means that I must learn to be patient and to take each moment as it is happening.
And so it is too that I must learn to wait for you. I must learn to count 365s and divide multiply and subtract days until we could finally.
I am yours. Until 2065.
this is part of my thank you letters to people who have made my 2009 monumental.
My girl in wonderland, you are next.
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