This is a Love Letter

Today’s the first day that it’s smelled like autumn since last October. 

This is, Ultimately, Procrastination

I should be doing something productive.

This is What I Want

I want to ooh and aah over fireworks with you.

I want to drive around with you when suddenly some random, barely played song comes on  the radio that we both know by heart, and I want to karaoke that shit out with you.

I want to make something with you, like a drawing or food or a home movie shot in sepia.

This is a Drink

Must…not…text…him…

This is an Adventure

So apparently my parents' tavern is haunted.  Not joking.

This is a Secret

A secret, as defined by Merriam Webster, is something kept from knowledge or view or, alternately, something designed to elude observation or detection.

We all have them. Some are embarrassing, maybe just silly. Others are dangerous.

I’m willing to share a few of mine.

This is a Sin

She’s not a bad person. Really, she’s not. She just has a few…character flaws. Minor things. Okay, maybe they are sins. Only a few though, maybe 6 or 7. But that’s it. Honest…

This is a Tattoo

It started with one on her lower back the day she turned 18.

This is What You Made Me

This is me freaking out that my brunette roots are showing through the variations of blonde.

This is Makeupless

The Only Means to Prove Oneself

Why do I listen to something so "stupid?"  Even though YOU won't read this, here ya go.  It's all I'll ever say.

The Way She Are

Ideally, she likes to write around the hours of 11 p.m. and 5 a.m. She feels her best work is produced between those two times. Her reasoning for that is this:

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