Letter 3

I woke up with you on my lips. So I spoke you. You were on fire
when I saw you. So I ran after you so I could join you in flames
and place a ring on your finger so we could finally dematerialize
in love. Yes, no, truly. Hello, I’m here. Hello I love you. You
told me a few promises I must provide, right before we left you
said: “ Speak to me clearly. You must kiss me solid – and pull the
wind right out of me. One picture must be taken each year. It will
be on Christmas. Not because of anybody’s birth but because you
look best on Christmas morning. You look better every day. You must
promise to follow me even if we become unconscious, I will promise
you we will be right back. You must read me to sleep each night,
the beautiful things, even if you only thought them once.
     If you and I could have kids together
we’d be in charge of Angels; which would make us archangels, which
would make you mine.
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