To see you grow and run, no matter if you occasionally trip over your own wedge sandals, I feel joyous.
To live and bare a mind prone to insane ideation is wild but we are here regardless and the air smells sweet.
Dear sister, I didn't know you very well at all growing up. You told me once to some degree, that we could never be best friends but look at us now.
We are banding together and taking our own bit of earth to grow all sorts of pretty things!
We are Victorian in our passion and darling in our friendship. What a lucky pairing!
You are inspiring me to grow further and stretch my fingers as long as they can, to catch onto something better.
My dearest companion and source of light, even in the darkest times you seem to shine.
