BEIGE
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Hey you, it’s an open note. I’d normally send this to you so you’d bask in the love I have for you but today, now, I want the whole world to know how much I love you. You’re rare, you’re exceptional and I just knew it from the moment we kicked off. I mean, we’d been seeing each other around but fate said to wait till the perfect time — at the party. Surprisingly, I was just socializing and you, you couldn’t just get enough of how much I knew so you decided that we meet again, and again and again. I pay attention to details and the one thing I couldn’t help but notice was how you willingly involved me in your life, I guess that is your way of doing things. You’d tell me everything and anything, including your co-worker’s plan to get your attention. You’d tell me why you changed your tie that morning from teal green to purple at the very last minute. You could be unpredictable sometimes. Aren’t we all? I’m still fighting the thought of who loves music more, you or I. Those evening drives were all I needed to feel alive, again. We’d sing Daniel Caesar’s ‘Get You’ so loudly it felt like intoxication. Your love was intoxicating, it still is. You never hesitate to make sure I’m okay, that I’m happy and full of life. Remember when you drove 5hours to come see me? I felt fulfilled. Like I had won in life. You put me first and above, never letting anyone talk down on me. You boost my confidence, reminding always that I am The Remitheomnivert! 😮💨 I wouldn’t want you to forget how much I adore you. You might not know this but I sing your praises to whoever cares to listen. My man my man my man my man my man my man my man! I believe there’s more to see, to feel, and to bask in. Me, You, I.
Thank you. I’d be back in a few days and this time, we’d be singing Paul Play’s Forever….
