This is beautiful, damn. Pure ecstasy.
I have always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s muse.
The letters that I received are all so beautiful. I learned: I. Your heart is sick, but he,your lover makes you feel more alive. II. Why you write about lavender. III. Your name and your uncertainty of convincing your love that it is only her. IV. This past spring, you shed haiku like petals. V. Loneliness is difficult. VI. You told me about Mailbox Peak. VII. Your name in Latin. VIII. Why he is named “Princey Boy” IX. You told me about the young girl sitting in the cemetery yesterday. X. Your love for purple lipstick & poetry.