The mere thought of you sometimes floods my head with letters - I’m a bowl brimming with alphabet soup. The letters make words. The words make up the stories of what we did and what we do.
Our every experience is delicious in the knowledge I gained from it.
You are the scar on my chin that reminds me of the triumph of learning to rollerskate, learning to spend the majority of my time not falling and getting hurt.
I am full with you.
