Because it’s too late to call you…

by Katyslany


Hi Sweet Kitten baby, it’s me. I miss you like raw soup on days when it’s pouring outside, I miss you like holding hands late at night and looking at stars. I miss you tonight because the moon is full and it’s not your hand I’m holding. Opium harvest moon.  I was the last customer and the grocery store and I bought blueberries. I miss your voice too. Especially at night when there are skunks everywhere and my apartment smells like them.

I love you and your fairy light stories. Tell me more always. You are my gini/genie.

Thank you for your inspiration my magic slink.

We’ll keep talking like this until we fall asleep….I LOVE YOU. Siempre.

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