My yellow dream come true. My fortunate accident. My Little Island of Sanity. My Good Mood. My Partner in Crime: So young at 24, and still so much in the middle of figuring everything out. It’s been beautiful watching you change over time, shedding huge secrets, growing more and more confident, still clumsy but so much more sure of yourself. It’s like some alchemic combination of discrete elements that transforms into something more beautiful, making you the person that you are now. It’s magic, it’s actually ineffable, every time. The tiny noises you make in your sleep, the silly sounds you’re fond of making. And the repetition and the boundless variation make it no less magic.

I want you to spend a lot of time surfing the ocean, because the ocean forces you to dream, and I insist that you be a dreamer. And though the waves might bring you down and though the currents might pull you under, the sky is always still right above you. Oh, God. I’ve never really believed in god. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of time and energy trying to disprove that god exists. But you, you are able to believe in god, and because of you that I’ve come to realize, that it just doesn’t matter if god exists or not. The important thing is for you to have faith, believe in something, because that belief keeps you warm at night, and I want you to feel safe all the time. Question everything. Create your universe. Make lightwaves feel like experiences. Drink beer. Make mistakes. Ride a bike. Do things you’ve never done before. There could be moments of failure in rushing right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. It’s okay, fuck up but never ever ever ever give up.

I could spend all my time for you, in one beautiful tangled mess, doing something that we both love, in a space that’s just OURS.

These people managed to be a part of the bundled jumble of drama without being dramatic. These people are the living proof that you are loved. And that the world is doing okay. :)

02/10/2010 LRecrio