You are so pretty. You have the body of a goddess. Skin is flawless.
Hair luxurious. You pose beautifully. Dance effortlessly. You slay on
escalators. You can walk on cobblestone in heels without your ankles buckling.
Your smile lights up my phone even when my battery is low. You are the first blooming flower at the arrival of spring. You're as fresh as the pages of a new book, waiting to be read, digested, and memorized. You bring me joy like when my food comes at a restaurant. I bet you could spell “Tupperware” as a toddler, you're so intelligent.
You probably know how to fold the fitted sheet. You are the second product on
the shelf, untouched and innocently hiding behind the first product that
everyone has tried out but not willing to buy. Your eyes are as vibrant as a glimpse of sun after
a rainstorm. Fulfilling as the first meal after a hangover. You are a masterpiece in a glass case, admired by all, understood by few. Pleasantly surprising as a key change in a classical piece. You are the bridge to my favorite song. Cool as the foot exposed outside the sheets.
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, good health, and at peace. I hope that you have accomplished everything you set out to at this point in your career and I wish you more success. Never stop learning, inspiring, and looking for ways of self-improvement (even though you're already perfect!). Happy New Year.
Your biggest fan,
Your imaginary friend,
Your woman crusher,
Jade Leilani
Your biggest fan,
Your imaginary friend,
Your woman crusher,
Jade Leilani
