a thursday in april
us, with coffee, with each other
branches heavy with puffed pink blossoms
this, i longed for. i wrote and wrote about it. it was so important to me, that we find each other, that we seek adventure in the everyday, that we celebrate everything. to walk with you in central park would mean so much. it would mean you were here.
and look --
here you are.
aw, what sweet words, alexa.ReplyDelete
So happy for you.