Yes, I'm silly. Absolutely silly. For some reason, the smell of azaleas makes me think of you. Warm days in spring? Yep, those, too.
I don't know that I deserve more, and you're right that anything is sufficient. I remain patiently and quietly devoted and silly and all that stuff.
Everything's going to be OK, right? Isn't that what I say? I say that to myself when my heart wants to explode from being torn in so many different ways on so many different subjects.
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