December 3rd

         This is the beginning where, instead of filling my head until it swells as wide as the Pacific tide with so many feelings and people and places and things that remind me of you, I will write down everything I could never say to you.

      But even then, I still wish on every drop in the ocean and every dandelion seed that I had the heart to speak these words because I think very lovely things of you... but it's as if I have flowers in my mind and weeds in my mouth.