Letter 18

Dear You,

I thought you should know, I have worn my seat belt every single day since we met. That’s 41 days, I counted, twice. Is that it? I feel like I have known you forever. Maybe it just seems longer, because they days before you were in a hurry to get to you, and once they finally caught up they slowed down to keep pace beside you? Our days together move like honey, honey. So I strap myself safely in, so that I can have more days with you, beside you, riding shot gun.

Love, Me

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