because of you, each day is a melon slice sweetly smelling of the earth. thanks to you, i live on the honey of hope
so in love with friendship. the bliss of childhood memories untainted by adult realities. talking for hours on end, never to run out of ideas. a good thing happens and my first reaction is to tell you, i hear something funny and look to laugh with you. i see a silk dress and think of you, or coffee- or floral perfume because i know you hate it. isn't that friendship, making magic from the mundane? loving is second nature. and loving them? the easiest thing in the world.
















