By Jasmine Simpson
I needed you today more than ever. When I woke up this morning, the birds chirped outside my window and I could feel the soft rays of sunrise flickering through my room. I felt so warm because of you. Thank you!
I laughed when I walked outside. Your presence was so perfect; I just wanted to cry with joy. Fresh dew from the night gathered on the green grass. It made me smile when your rainy fragrance invaded my nose. That mist hung in the air, too. My hair soaked it up, causing all my work with the flat iron to go to waste. I wasn’t mad, though. Just walking outside gave me so much energy. I found it was worth the sacrifice.
I turned on the music as I drove, just as you had suggested. Man, what a good idea. Wasn’t it great when Buckley came on? Remember when Farnham and Gledhill started to blare through the radio after that? You and I danced like lunatics. Ha . . . Hopefully nobody saw that.
Gosh, that was the best drive I’ve had in a while.
It’ll be sad when you leave, that’s for sure. Just thinking about it kinda makes me choke up. Anyways, I don’t want to make you sad by talking like that. We wouldn’t want too much rain now, would we? I hope we can part happily this year, once you’ve had your fill of the earth. By then, Summer would truly be welcome here. I’ll tell her you said hi, by the way.
With all my love,
P.S. (That groundhog is nothing but a wussy pushover. Don’t listen to him next year.)