Mix Tapes

I would've made you so many mix tapes in the 90's, babe. I woulda spent every last cent of my breadstick-troll income on blank cassettes. Woulda drawn you awful art for the case liners (seriously, love… I cannot draw worth a damn, but I woulda tried, lol). Filled out those tiny little blanks with the track listing in my best (chicken scratch) handwriting that you might almost be able to kinda read. I woulda been slipping them into your backpack, passing them to you in the cafeteria, leaving them by your front door, getting them to you whatever way I could. You'd probably get tired of it after a while, your collection growing too large to easily store…

Well.

There's a new playlist on my spotify for, hands down, the most beautiful girl in the world (ummm I guess it's been there for a few weeks, but now it's done… oooops).

But, warning, babe… it's pretty sappy. But, I mean… that's where I'm at right now. Thinking about you… thinking about your job hunt (the way things are where you're at now sounds so achingly familiar…). And, believe it or not, even now, even after all these years since we met… Every single time we talk, every one of those walks (even if I'm mostly just listening)… I still find myself falling even deeper, deeper, and deeper still… And every time I see you, my beautiful love… my love for you stands all that much more proud and true.

I am smitten, babe. Absolutely, completely, and irrevocably smitten. You are… just… astonishing. That you're even in my life is amazing… God. I just cannot get over you… that you even exist… and can never, ever get enough of you…

I love you, babe. Hope you find the playlist. Hope it makes you happy. Hope I see you tomorrow. Hope I get to kiss you… someday. Hope one day I get to hand you a real mix tape… made with that tape deck I found in the attic… Hope I don't have to lend you that tape deck to listen to it, because what's mine will be yours…

sigh

Goodnight, my sweet beauty.

I love you.

Yours.