Send me lilies... I caught my heart racing when I read through your mail. It didn't stop for two full hours, and for the next twenty four hours I couldn't get your face out of my head. I tried, you bet I did. Catchphrase: The trick is to not think about it. So I stopped thinking of everything that could go wrong, and sent you a reply. That wasn't hard, easypeasy; it felt right. I want to write more about you; how I've asked myself what on earth is wrong with me more often than not, or how I wonder who first lost their minds of us both- but I'm just going to dance around the words and come up with gibberish. Send me lilies when you can. Call me. Chardonnay sounds nice. Tastes better. So let's have some one evening in November. Then, I hope to still want nothing more than listen to you laugh and call myself a fool. You asked what I expected when I said hello, I said nothing. There was nothing to expect, you just were- White lilies; White is a favourit...
On other days, the ink reflects my thoughts better than my lips ever would...