I love you

Everyone, read this as a very personal epistle direct, straight from the hips, both guns blazing - as always.

Spring has sprung. It's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous out there. It's hard to just ramble on in the manner that I do without a clear picture in your head of the truly magical garden I've landscaped over the last couple of months. I don't have the words to paint a picture.

I want to thank you for being the magnificent person that you are. I want to thank you for the laughter you've brought me. I want to thank you for letting me be. I want to thank you for letting me feel safe enough to cry in front of you, or feeling safe enough to cry in front of me. I want to thank you for walking with me. I want to thank you for
the times you held me, sat with me, ate with me, cooked for me, let me cook for you. I want to thank you for including me in your life, letting me say when things were too much. Letting me grow and become.

Thank you for communicating or not, responding or not, knowing me or not, caring or not.

My garden I have been creating is a kind of ritual to walking through the wasteland and still laughing. It is a tribute to each and every person who has clapped for this faerie. There is a plant planted for every single person who got this faerie.

I am ecstatic that you're alive. I'm blessed to have YOU as a friend. I'm happy for the gift that YOU are and have been to me.

I love you very much.

As mass-mailed by a friend many months ago.