You know, my childhood wasn't the easiest thing, or the best for that matter.
But being a kid, I thought everything was perfect and beautiful.
Even the ugly things.
The flat tires, and lost puzzle pieces.
I still thought they were perfect, and beautiful.
The trouble, for me, about growing older, is that the beautiful things become more beautiful, and the ugly things become uglier.
And sometimes, finding out what is which, can be rather heart breaking.
The awareness I was missing as a child, really gets to me as an adult.
The beautiful and the ugly make me cry, equally.
As an adult, I realize there is sadness in both the beautiful and the ugly.
I am more aware that there a lot of things in common, with the beautiful and the ugly.
Too many things in common, maybe.
This is for you, and only you. Every word, every punctuation. This is to make your hard days easier, your easy days lovelier, and to have a daily reminder of how you've invaded my thoughts, impacted my life, and how much you mean to me.
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