Letter 79

Dear you,

Everyone is asleep downstairs, including you. You and I fell asleep tangled up on the couch, like headphones you just can’t undo.

I made dinner in the apron your mom bought me and you smiled with wet eyes from the couch.

We made cars out of boxes for the kids for a living room drive inn, but I think you were the kid who had the most fun.

We felt like 6 again, not just 3 plus 3. And us we felt a little like we.

Love, me