Dear Margaret Atwood

One year anniversary.

Neil bought me twelve beautiful roses, one for each
month that we've been together. I love waking up
to roses they always remind me of him, in a small
way it's like having him in the room with me. I love
how they bloom. They have to be what Neil's heart
looks like.

My heart has found a new feeling tonight. It's
burned with love before, skipped with nervousness,
but right now, here in this perfect moment it has
become all of me.

Dear Margaret Atwood
Full entry: Thursday, September 01, 2005