Hail, Mary

Hey, it’s me
I think that the two years needs, at least, a carefully worded plea…
That brings me to this voicemail-- a fool’s run to sum up the greatest thing
that I’ve ever been a part of-- I’ll try to refrain from sentiment,
to stay on track, and authentic
No promises
You can brighten any room-- heighten the moods of those around you with barely
a move. When your face lights up. I’m reminded that life just might have a
bright side
That’s not something I can give back--
Not in a well rehearsed phone call. Or painting, or sonnet, or a John
Cusack-ian rain-soaked run to the airport. I’m destined to fall short
Okay, so I might be on the verge of sentiment… Let me rein it in a bit…
You’ve got the sweetest pair of tits. And that’s no rock fact. That’s a fact
fact
I can’t imagine a life without you, and I don’t want to. All sappiness aside,
you’re the best thing I’ve had to call mine. I could go on about your
qualities. But that seemed cheap, and could never quite convey just what you
mean to me
I love you, sure as I am of anything, I do
Please come back