The wonders never cease.

So.

You mean to tell me—

The brilliant, beautiful, sweet, kind, empathetic, clever, nurturing, dazzling, generous, radiant, insightful, soft, fiery, tender, patient, magnetic, enchanting, hilarious, bold, fierce, silly, wise, mischievous, thoughtful, breathtaking, resilient, delicious, unpredictable, comforting, quick, dreamy, loyal, grounded, sparkly, soulful, irreplaceable, grateful person I already know and love so much…

Is not just “artsy” (as you call yourself)…

But an actual fucking artist?!

Are you fuckin' kidding me over here?

Are you sure you're real?!

Because, babe. Sweet babe.

You just keep blowing me away. It just never, ever ends.

But god, it feels good.

To be right, I mean. About you. Being wonderful.

Ahem.

Also, I guess I'm not quite as surprised as all that. I've seen your work before. I knew, I did. It's just…

To me, it feels like, if yer gonna have talent like that…

If it were me, I'd be, like, shouting it from the rooftops.

‘Course I can't even draw a stick figure right, so…

Still, though. Babe. Good grief.

You are amazing.

I've always said it, I've always believed it. But here you are… just… being it.

Yeah. You were right. There was never any hope for me. None at all.

sigh

Love you,
Me.

PS—I've mostly stopped pulling threads… too much noise, not enough signal… but… can't help but to wonder if you have any thoughts on, say… Amy Lee?