Lady, I tell you that you are beautiful but you constantly disagree. If this is some ploy to get me to say it more, I am quite alright with that because I’ll say it until my voice stops working. You fill my days with smiles and butterflies. I thought the other night was fabulous, although I’m sure it was just like any other night for you. I know we are both messed up but something about you brightens my horizons. Thanks for that. —Anonymister
This article appears in Mar 11-17, 2010.
If you’re who I think you are, anonymister, then this anonymiss not-so-secretly loves getting used to being called beautiful. No ploys, just smiles and butterflies and an appreciation of being well-matched in our messed-up-ness (otherwise known as being in love).
If you’re not – anonymiss is a lucky, lovely lady. 🙂