Thank you for sharing your bed with me, thank you for sharing your thoughts with me; thank you for letting me use your shower; thank you or sharing your whiskey with me; thank you for being patient with me when I'm not sure what line we are supposed to be standing in, and you are sure; thank you for turning on the heater even though you're hot, thank you for making me laugh so much.
You've come into my life with a brightness that needs no adjustment, and bring a clarity that, truly ________, I wasn't convinced was possible before I met you. It's as if this light has been here dormant all along.
I can't imagine taking on this whiskey-drinking, tuchi-eating, movie-watching, working Los Angeles life other than together; without my partner in crime.
Was I looking for you? Eff no. I was all fixed up to be with Sunshine. But you popped up in my bookstore. And here we are 8 months later. I think we have a real shot. This feels like home. You point, I'll drive.
With all the Sunshine I have,
Sunshine
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