hi. hello. how are you? i’ve watched you live your life from behind a screen, and can i say that I think it’s beautiful? can i say that you are beautiful? that your existence is beautiful? the way you laugh. the way you think. the way you breathe. beautiful. you remind me of wildflowers and the color yellow. you remind me of a child’s innocence and mother’s finest china. you remind me of all the pretty things. is it wrong to say i’ve started to hate them? the pretty things? because they remind me of you? i can’t escape your beauty and it’s suffocating. what am i suppose to do with it? it feels like an offering that i don’t have the strength to hold. everywhere i turn, there you are. in the eyes of my love. in the voices of my friends. in the most damaged parts of my heart. hi. hello. how are you? can i say that you are beautiful? i’ve certainly heard it enough.