I have many lovers. Most of them are girls, which most people (especially my boyfriend) find very strange. This has led to a various number of pretend-triangles, followed by pretend-spats and pretend-marriages, pretend-everything... and really, yeah, basically. Pretend.
And then I one day asked, after asking various others, "Will you be my valentine too?" Because being alone kinda sucks. And then I got my number 2!
She's tall.
And very talented. See next Chinoy issue, with the birds singing on the wire, which weren't supposed to be on a wire, but they just FIT. Like a lot of things in life. Like a certain leaf that I know was falling until number 2 caught it and put it back on the tree, whatever that metaphor means. See Cat mugs, and the mouse cupcake, scrumptious-looking thing, something that I swear will someday be popular and have its own line of merchandise.
She likes to paint nails, and is so fun that her energy is tiring. Creative-- understatement, I remember pieces of rolled-up paper that ended up on her hair, lovely. Just like when she smiles, and lights up the room.
And kind. Never jealous. Like the definition of love. Loves her equally-talented sister, and loves everyone who is willing to love her back. Not that's its hard to. Probably why she has a lot of people who do. And nothing beats 19 years of being loved, and being loved by people who love you back, yes?
She doesn't try hard at it. She just is. She's just Jess. And she's great that way.
So my dear #2, happy birthday. I LOVE YOU FOREVAH. :D
~ From your own #2
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