dear love,
i have this thing for van morrison. the man’s voice does something to me. he makes me feel lighter. when i hear him, i see
road trips in the summer: my bare feet on the dashboard, my left hand on the
back of your neck, my right arm out the window. i look over at you and smile.
this is happy.
this is blessed.
this is love.
i feel you smiling at me as i sing the words to my favorite song, a song i want played at our wedding. i see us dancing to it, me again in bare feet.
and you shall take me strongly
in your arms again
and i will not remember
that i ever felt the pain
this is happy.
this is blessed.
this is love.
i feel you smiling at me as i sing the words to my favorite song, a song i want played at our wedding. i see us dancing to it, me again in bare feet.
and you shall take me strongly
in your arms again
and i will not remember
that i ever felt the pain
i look forward to these days with you.
love,
your sweet thing
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