I don’t know why I keep you waiting. You are the most passionate, confident, intelligent, witty, caring, steadfast, strongest, hard-headed, and empathetic person I know. And all of it. The mess I’ve made. The songs. The writings. The drawings. The dreams when I sleep at night. They were all about you. You were my music. If you were a record I’d listen to every groove, every grain, every side. And what I’d give to sit next to you again. When I’d talk to hours about dumb shit. Please be there. A house isn’t a home without you. My dark sweet lady