Dear Maya,
I love this time of year. It’s November & the leaves are changing colors. Many leaves and old limbs have dropped and withered away but our beautiful old oak tree is still full of emerald green foliage.
The oak tree represents strength, endurance & faithfulness. True, that green is jealousy & evil for those who generate bad karma but green represents renewal & energy for those with good intent.
Did you see our gorgeous girl’s handsome man wearing green? I’m pretty sure every time he looks into her emerald eyes he finds himself falling for green too.
K: Hail to the king of twitter
R: coming from the queen I take that as a compliment
K: Whoa. I am sure as FUCK not the queen of twitter but you sire, do rule
R: if you are bestowing this title on me based on the last few days of twitter flattery, I humbly thank you milady. I still believe you hold the title of highest twitter royalty.
K: whatever dude! You know how I feel,. Screw twitter.
I am so fucking proud of you tho. I love seeing you have a good time over Good Time. ABOUT.FUCKING.TIME too
R: Thanks love. It WAS a good time. Really lovely people there in Savannah
K: hey you looked hot in green
R: you liked my sweater? it reminded me of your eyes
K: you’re a sentimental dork. Twitter calling it a “Dad sweater.” LMAO
R: Dad sweater? Then guilty as charged ….Dad? check. Sweater? check…..
Besides……you had my favorite jacket.
K: puhleeze. You have dozens of jackets.
R: but you steal my green one
R: but it’s green like your eyes and it smells like you
K: pffffffffft. and I wear it cuz it smells like you
R and then I take it back and wear it cuz it smells like you again
K: like I said…………sentimental much?
R: I thought you loved that about me.
K: I do. I do. I am just SO so stoked all that shit is behind you & that you are blowing up twitter.
R: wait. what ? You hate twitter but you like it when I blow up twitter?
K: yeah OK I still hate fucking twitter like totally. BUT I love seeing you get the recognition for important things like your work. Which means you blow up twitter. UGH I fucking hated these last few years of shit where your work took a backseat & you blew up twitter for the wrong reasons
R: you were always there for me. That was the only thing that made it bearable
K: but now there’s Deauville, more Dior, all the new magazine covers. You’re free dude! Now it’s time to get the accolades you SO deserve
R: honey you’re making me blush
K: thanks for the shout out in Savannah too
K: don’t be coy dude. All about me. I heard it
R: what? I don’t talk about my personal life. You know that
K: you said and I quote: “Hopefully I’ll be able to keep doing something that I love”
K: well. I know what you love doing! We did it last night. And again this morning. That was totally a shout out to me
R: I was talking about my work
K: yeah………………right………………….
R: I do believe you have developed a one track mind
R: You told me that extra hour we got last night was for “doing what I love”
K: and……………… Did you take advantage of that extra hour?
K: so are you complaining?
R:how could I have endured all of the shit in the past 3 years without you?
K: you’ll never know will you?
R: because you were always there watching out for me
K: where else would I be?
R: I like that we get to write the ending to our movie. Good Time - our own version
K: now our life is a movie? Um no.
R: the best kind. A love story
K: which is not ending dude.
R: I didn’t mean it was ending. I meant we get to write it the way we want
K: haven’t we already been doing that?
R: must you always have the last word? I thought you wanted this to be my time? My turn to direct the show remember?
K: I love when you direct . Did you see me complaining last night or this morning?
R: I can’t argue with that. I love you
K: I can’t argue with that. I love you more
So sweet Maya,
Summer was so hot. The cooler fall temperatures feel delightful and refreshing. Little by little fall whispers that good things are on the way. It’s the season to give thanks. It’s the season of hope.
It’s going to be OK.
