Carrier Correspondent Old Letters New Letters |
Wed. Mar. 19, 2014 - 11:34 in the P.M. The emergency of life means that I rarely think of you as an adult anymore. Sitting across from me with your hands close enough to hold. Tonight I did; imagining a short tally of advice (one of the only things in my life that hasn't evolved much since I was your age now). p.s. #1. Kiss. A lot. |