an open letter.

weston,

if i didn't know you, i would have never eaten kale.
not a bite of it.
and especially not a bowl of it.

i would not spend my saturdays at drumline competitions.
i wouldn't know what paradiddles are.
or how fun it is to play them on a car steering wheel.

i probably still wouldn't understand what's so great about beards.
or realize that duct tape can fix anything. even under my car before a road trip.

i wouldn't associate 'summer' with our favorite spot at the park.
or singing otis redding at the top of my lungs on the car ride home.

i would probably still pronounce "TV" with the emphasis on the V and not the T.
i bet i would have chickened out about accepting that first photography job.
and i might not have ever given radiohead a second chance.

you're everything i hoped and thought you'd be.

when i wished you'd just ask-me-out-already-what-the-heck.

let's be together for lots more years.

you're the best & i love you.

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