You asked me before why I stick around and I wasn't completely detailed in my response.
I was honest, but refrained.
The full reason is simple in words.
This is it.
Hitting the road, stretching our legs, taking in the Sun, making memories from moments.
This is all there is and I don't want it to slip through my fingers like a handful of sand.
Now, this may raise another question.
Why this with you?
That full reason is not simple, even with the perfect words.
Perfect words have been overused when describing you. I'm pretty sure you've gotten your fill of being told that you're beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, sophisticated...and well, you know where I'm going with that.
While all those things are true, I also know that people tend to overlook some of your more "definitive" qualities.
But Angie, you come in colors...and I can see every single one.
You're pure energy, pure motion, pure unfiltered love. A doorway into a vast open space of energy, light, and awareness.
And I've seen the days where you were the opposite of those things...
Unpredictable, deep, potentially wild and destructive, hot, and angry...
Yet, always full of life.
Emotionally, you are all over the place and at this point, I expect you to change your mind without second thought about anything. I wouldn't even put it past you to fuck me, murder me, and enlighten me all in one day.
This juicy, enlivening, rejuvenative feminine energy that is you...
It drives me crazy and I wouldn't want to be around someone who did anything less.
Happy Birthday
