You make me feel like vanilla ice cream cones and long summer walks and cool ocean water and icy, delicious chocolate drinks and hands cupped together, wrists touching, smiles and crinkles beside your eyes. You make me feel like little kids in running around fresh green grass and like a cresting wave bumping the sandy shoreline. You make me feel like fun and polka dots and loud music and life.
When you look at me, I mean, really look at me — eyes open and black and focused — and you smile, really smile, like I’ve just done something wonderful and worthy — it’s the newest, the brightest, the happiest.
- Taken from my eighth journal, May 2009
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