~~Dear, Mr. Liverpool,

 

1.    I love
that you see me.

 

You know,  without
makeup.  Hideous and Stinky.  Hair piled unwashed and uncombed.   Me.  The unpainted version of me. The real me.  The muted me….. & still,  you love.

 

2.    I love your British accent wrapping around
me like the 4 Beatles.

 

3.     I love that you pretend to get pleasure from
burnt bacon on Saturday mornings.

 

4.     I love that when I burst into tears
mid-sentence because of Kay’s murder, you gaze at me with tender, knowing, sugary
eyes.

 

5.      I love that you read every. single. blog.
I write.

 

And even though you discipline me sometimes for my sweltering,
spontaneous, straightforward tone, you never judge  me.  Never.

 

6.      I love that you support my “Writing”
addiction.

 

7.      I love that you’ve attended each one of
my poetry readings, poetry recitals, & domestic violence causes.   Always, without question.  I see you sitting there smiling.

 

8.      I love that you never leave the table
without saying “thank you” for your meal…even when it’s overcooked,
undercooked, & shockingly, charcoaly  appalling.

 

Is that a British trait, mate?

 

9.      I love that after all of these years, even when I’ve asked, you’ve
never told me my ass was big.

 

You are an exceptionally intelligent man.

 

10.     I love that you love me.

 

In spite of everything,
In spite of everything.

—–Dear, pink lips Reader,  what are some things you “love” about your lovaaah?

-The first song we danced to in Mexico.   Remember, dear?    You couldn’t keep your hands off of me :)

 

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