Thanks Taylor

Dear Taylor,

Thanks for wandering into my life and sweeping me off my feet when I could not have been expecting it less, when I was gloomy and frazzled and tired and ready to throw in the towel when it came to the entirety of the male species. Rachel classified you as a genus Knight in Shining Armor, and it seems you have a knack for saving the day, for saving smiles that are threatening to turn, for saving glimpses of calm in a sea of anxiety-riddled activity. I'm over the moon about your seriousness in studying, your smile, your never ending wonderfulness and wonder over the little things in life that make you happy. And your pancakes. Your pancakes and turkey sandwiches and pasta rock pretty hard. I get too busy being excited about the next time I'm going to see you to focus on how much I'm missing seeing you when we're busy. In short, I'm awfully glad I went to Roscoe's and I'm even more glad you made it your mission to convince me you were a gentleman. And don't get me started on the little flutter in my heart or the fireworky breathless moment after a kiss. You could not be more adorable, more magnificent, more welcome. Thanks.

Love, me