dear beautiful, everything about you is gold. i i wish you could look in a mirror and one day see a leprechaun trap. everything is happening for you and i don't know you so i don't know if you realise. but it seems to me you still carry a bitterness inside and i hope one day it will pluck itself out. i know it is only a tiny grain though, because your soul is made of a resilient, fluid steel. when you fill up the space, you make it thrum. you deserve a life that springs with joy and blue (your favourite colour). i am so sorry that your life isn't as perfect as i thought it might be but i am happy that you have love. one day i hope you will find the purest of happiness inside your morning coffee instead of a groan. yours sincerely, all my love