Alyson

“At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” —The Great Gatsby

Thank goodness, thank God for March. I think this is truly the first day of what’s to come.

Seeing him again will be like seeing him for the first time, with even more to learn from his warmth. Looking in the mirror, I see fragments of myself in his fresh brown eyes. Fragments more vibrant than before and eyes fresh like soil first opening its mouth to the sun.

“One day we will wake up next to each other and think Hmm, that year went by fast.” ♦