twelve | year two
yellow roman candle w.j.b. my father. our likeness is so much more than skin deep. my free spirit, my sense of direction, my proclivity for changing jobs — they are all in your image. thank you for never underestimating the power of a good laugh and for always believing in me. i am proud to [...]
eleven | year two
yellow roman candle b.j.b. my mother. and my constant cheerleader, compass, and confidant. thank you for giving me life and for always loving me without boundaries. all that i am is because of you, today and always. happy birthday, mom.
nine | year two
yellow roman candle b.a.(b.)s. my sister. you are my twin, plucked from the same branch; born six years later. we are irrevocably linked by blood, but held together by a bond so strong, it escapes naming or understanding. my personal counterbalance, directing me to my true north — to my home, to my family. thank [...]
eight | year two
yellow roman candle d.j.b. my friend. and protector. i’ve never had a friend who was so fiercely loyal and yet so softly compassionate — your duplicity is a gift. thank you for late night talks and bathroom confrontations and for making every moment count. i always feel safe by your side.
seven | year two
yellow roman candle a.j.b. my friend. i’ve only known you a year, but it feels more like a lifetime – distilled into our near-daily exchanges of messages and calls and letters and cards. and music, always music. thank you for being a friend without limits or judgments. we are separated by distance, but you are [...]
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